It’s spring fever. That is what the name of it is. And when you’ve got it, you want - oh, you don’t quite know what it is you do want, but it just fairly makes your heart ache, you want it so! ~Mark Twain
Saturday I went venturing out to find touches of Spring.
Really, I wanted to see the fields of crocus that
bloom each Spring at "the secret garden".
They were there, yes they were;
but a little worse for wear. All
the rain had really battered them.
They didn't want to open their pretty faces.
The ones that had braved the cloudy day were
greeted by the honey bees. Oh, I think
the bees were just waiting with bated breathe.
Also in abundance were the hellebore, camellias,
snowdrops and a few iris too. Daffodils were closed up tight and
waiting for the sun.
Are you starting to see signs of Spring?
Does it make your heart sing?
