After three weeks of a four-inch crust of snowcrete on my back yard, the thing that gave me the most joy was seeing my winter aconite peeping up from the last blanket of white.
These sturdy little stalwarts never fail to raise my
spirits. They only make an appearance for a few weeks, then subside back into
the clay. But, oh, what a gift they are.
Forget the groundhog, Spring is on its way.
©2026 Bas Bleu
