Winter’s on the Wing

Trader Joe’s had several spring flowers on sale. I was going to bypass them since I’m trying to separate needs from wants, but then I noticed that they had crocuses.

Even though at the time they were only small green stalks, every time I saw them I heard the opening trill from Secret Garden and the soprano singing “Clusters of crocus, up from the cold….” Given that the book’s closing words are what hang above my mantle, well:

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