Last fall, Catherine and I planted some bulbs -- daffodils in the back yard, crocuses on the front lawn.
The crocuses took forever to come up. Just as our neighbors' flowers are starting to fade, ours have finally managed to push their way up. Two white ones, the hint of a purple one, and the long spikey leaves of about ten more showing through the grass. They've given a brave effort. Very inspiring.
The daffodils, on the other hand, have done just what they're supposed to do, and started to show up even before all the snow was melted. They've in full bloom now -- combinations of white, yellow, and a few orange centers.
Daffodils are, of course, a symbol of hope. The American Cancer Society uses them to thank people who donate. Those crocuses, I guess, are a symbol of perseverance. Nice combination, those two: courage for now and for the future.
Because sometimes we need it.
The crocuses took forever to come up. Just as our neighbors' flowers are starting to fade, ours have finally managed to push their way up. Two white ones, the hint of a purple one, and the long spikey leaves of about ten more showing through the grass. They've given a brave effort. Very inspiring.
The daffodils, on the other hand, have done just what they're supposed to do, and started to show up even before all the snow was melted. They've in full bloom now -- combinations of white, yellow, and a few orange centers.
Daffodils are, of course, a symbol of hope. The American Cancer Society uses them to thank people who donate. Those crocuses, I guess, are a symbol of perseverance. Nice combination, those two: courage for now and for the future.
Because sometimes we need it.
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