Close Shot + Crocus

Yeah. You get a twofer.

I did a little happy dance when “C” landed on Friday, because every Friday I put up a close shot. Hence… Close Shot Friday.

There have been 91 close shots before this one. If you click on the tag “close shot” or “Close Shot Friday” at the end of this post, the entire group will magically appear on your screen.

Go ahead. I’ll just work on post D while I wait. And E and F and G.

Now that you know everything you ever wanted to know about Close Shot Friday, let’s just get right down to the other C.

Crocus

… genus Crocus, family Iridaceae

According to The Old Farmer’s Almanac, crocus means cheerfulness in flower speak.

Works for me. I’m all about seeking the cheerful as winter wanes.

Their first appearance at the back corner of the house, where the ground begins to slope down. They are my beacon of hope. I don’t know how they manage to poke their little tips through the winter/spring frozen tundra that we call soil in my neck of Canadaland.

A few days later. C’mon crocus, crocuses, croci, whatever. Come to mama!

The wind blew their mulch away. Dang that wind anyway.

Does that shot look slightly blurry to you, or do I need another hit of decaffeine?

It’s a close call, but I’m leaning toward blurry. Smartphone Click Alert!

The 2nd day of April. The sun is poking their little leaves out. Literally.

The soil is looking better, too. Less frozen, more earthy.

Last year’s bloom ~

Everything you ever wanted to know about the crocus can be found on the intertoobs with just a few keystrokes. Google, baby.

I love this first harbinger of spring in Burbville.

What’s yours?

Here be Friday in all its close shot, croci glory.

TGIF.

Elen