It’s amazing how much one can appreciate sunshine after long stretches of overcast days. Last year, it seemed like spring just appeared one day and brought with it milder weather. Winter was over. Or at least that’s how my highly selective memory recalls last year’s spring.
This year’s weather, on the other hand, seems to be just one big tease. A few days of sunshine and the blossoms think it’s safe to emerge only to be bombarded by snow, freezing rain, and downright bone-chilling temperatures for several days running. And then we have a day like today with sunshine illuminating the (or at least my) world. I’d like to think it’s for real this time, but my expectations are guarded.
So is it my mental state that causes me to see these white crocuses as eggs? A pre-spring stage where the blooms are out, but arriving in a not-fully-ready-to-enter-the-world state? Do these “eggs” hold unhatched spring?
For some reason these crocuses remind me of a momma protecting her baby. How an “egg” can be the momma of another “egg,” I do not know, but I’m thinking it’s just another symbolic representation of all that is happening or is about to happen. For example, I heard from a friend that baby lambs have started to arrive.