Crocuses are one of the first signs of spring in Wisconsin. They are so beautiful when they push up from under the still cold ground. And I anxiously await their little buds each spring.
It sounds so cliche to talk about spring as a time of renewing and rebirth. But, I guess it is a cliche for a reason. Spring is the time when everything comes back to life. When the harshness of the winter turns into the promise of sunshine and fresh beginnings.
I feel this even more since moving back to Wisconsin from Arizona. Although I still enjoyed the end of winter in AZ, the differences in the seasons were much less dramatic. It made the first signs of spring less recognizable, and often I would miss spring entirely and suddenly realize that summer was upon me.
In Wisconsin, there are much more noticeable markers to the seasons: the snow melts, the robins arrive, the sun stays up longer...and the crocuses bloom.
And that makes me happy.
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