Every year when the crocuses peek their heads out all over Portland, I get excited. I immediately fast forward to the next two seasons of cherry blossoms littering the streets, of beautiful summer sun and fat red strawberries. And then, without fail, I am crushed by the remaining months of winter, of rain, of days that never seem to get light enough. When am I going to learn that these are winter blooming flowers? These pretty little things that look so much like spring, like sunshine and happiness, they are either a cruel trick that winter plays, or maybe just a hint of sunshine to tide us over until spring.
By the way, the above photo was taken with my iphone... not too shabby.
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