A single crocus blossom ought to be enough to convince our heart that springtime, no matter how predictable, is somehow a gift, gratuitous, gratis, a grace.
”Hello, sweet girl! Did you miss us?” There’s nothing like Maya’s bum-wiggling, happy greeting to make me happy to be home.
I bend down and give her a pet, then make my way to the kitchen to put my purse and my bible on the counter, being careful not to step on the dancing Yorkie underfoot.
”Do you want to go outside?” She wants a treat most of all but I expect a potty before I hand one over.. She knows the routine.
She’s at the front door before me. As I open it, I feel the warmth between it and the screen door. Feels like spring to me.
I open the screen door and Maya makes a beeline for the grassy section of the front lawn that grows larger every day as the snow continues to melt.
As she sniffs and seeks out the perfect spot, my eye catches a tiny splash of colour in the flower bed. The first crocuses are in bloom!
Maya finishes her business and we go back inside where I give her a treat. As she munches on it, I grab my phone and head back outside to snap a photo of the crocuses. Proof. Spring has sprung.
Later, I get down on the ground with my big girl camera and capture a few more images.
Simple happy. Spring.