Yesterday, late in the afternoon when the light was yellowing as the sun sank behind the pines, I finally, finally, saw a Crocus blooming in the garden.
I parked my tea mug on the path and hurried to get my camera.
And then I took 47 pictures of the two tiny crocuses blooming under the crabapple tree. This is the one called Cream Beauty, and seems to be one the chipmunks don't eat. It's not spectacular, it is charming.