First crocuses
Spring is always surprising in Minnesota, but seldom do I happen to look at my watch on both sides of an event.
At 12:10, I was out on the front porch with David and Lydy, checking to make sure his sister's birthday present had not been delivered to some strange location, or fallen off the porch. David noticed the vole tunnels in the newly-revealed lawn, and went to take some pictures of them. Since I was looking that direction anyway, I checked on the crocuses in the bed there. No flowers.
At 12:55, I took Aristophanes out for his walk, and in time he led me around the south side of the house to the front yard. He didn't like the look of it for some reason, but I glanced over at the crocuses again. They were blooming, a nice delicate bluish purple.
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At 12:10, I was out on the front porch with David and Lydy, checking to make sure his sister's birthday present had not been delivered to some strange location, or fallen off the porch. David noticed the vole tunnels in the newly-revealed lawn, and went to take some pictures of them. Since I was looking that direction anyway, I checked on the crocuses in the bed there. No flowers.
At 12:55, I took Aristophanes out for his walk, and in time he led me around the south side of the house to the front yard. He didn't like the look of it for some reason, but I glanced over at the crocuses again. They were blooming, a nice delicate bluish purple.
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