I almost missed them.
Winter, cold weather, chills that quake the marrow of my bones: it all makes me depressed. I can’t fight it. But I can ride through it.
I look for flowers when winter feels deepest … For me that’s right around February, when it feels that winter will last forever. I can usually find daffodils eventually, but so far, not yet.
Instead, I found these little beauties. They were quietly waiting to be noticed, right at my feet. My heart celebrated at the sight of them. I may or may not have wiped away tears.
Spring is coming.