The magic begins

Springtime magic, that is. I know it's just late January, but the crocuses that have started blooming in my garden whisper spring to me. These 'firefly' crocuses are very petite, but they are also very strong, having withstood our seesawing temperatures (single digits to teens to 30s to 60s to 20s and so on) to produce beautiful wee blooms in the middle of January. I am so encouraged! Life fades and sleeps. Out of sight, roots dream and grow -- isn't it comforting to imagine roots' dreams, their persistence, their movement within dark, rich soil? Life awakens and moves toward the light again, stretching upward, full of potential. Over and over again, the sleeping, the dreaming, the awakening. Is this not a miracle?

Crocus sieberi 'firefly'