Her daughter had told me to tread carefully and look down. Suddenly there they were, so tiny and fragile I had to lie in grass to photograph them.
Their petals held tight like secrets to the vest, the white and purple crocuses sport yellow throats, fuzzy spat-like stripes, and yellowy centers waiting to burst.
Sure signs of more blossoms to come, these early-comers. From now on, I walk looking down to avoid trampling on other spring fingerlings.
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