This time of year there are blogs all over which are filled with crocuses and other lovely signs of coming spring. When we still have snow and cold weather, they make me a little envious.
However, crocuses have finally appeared in our garden too, and each time I walk past and see them, they are a personal promise that spring is on its way, at last.
The photos were taken a few days ago when there was no sun, so they had not opened up yet. Yesterday was a very fine day, however, so when I arrived home in the evening after a trip to visit family, most of them were in full bloom. It was a lovely sight, but sadly, it was too dark by then to get any good pictures.
While I was browsing around the garden taking the photos above, I also came across this collection of shells nested in a hollow in one of the tree stumps left from the trees we chopped down a couple of years ago.
They are the tangible memories of last summer’s visit from the grandkids, and a successful foray on the nearest beach on a fine August day.
The boys enjoyed themselves immensely. . . . .
. . . . collecting lots of small treasures to carry home…..
. . . . to play with in the sand.
Then some of them ended up on the tree stump as well, where they have spent all winter underneath the snow and frost.
Their lovely blue gradated colours caught my eye; – they are as decorative as the crocuses, in their own way. . .
. . . and hold as many promises too.
Spring is a lovely time.