It’s official. When the crocuses start popping up from the ground in all their glory, it means Spring has officially sprung. Congratulations to those of us who have survived the Coldest Winter Ever. Let us never speak of it again.
I love how these flowers hold the light — it’s electrifying.
And I love these little blue flowers, which I today found out are called Glory of the Snow. I am quite happy there is no snow to be glorious around, though.
Since Spring is all about rebirth and new life, this post wouldn’t be complete without these lambs — they were so cute, hopping around after their momma bleeting and bah-ing.