Friday morning I walked by this area in the fog and saw nothing. Friday noon I drove by and there they were, the first spring flowers I see here in the mountains where I live. The bit of sun filtering through the clouds was enough to open them. I think they are called "groundsels." They keep close to the ground for protection against the frosts that can show up until mid-May.
It makes me happy to see them. As much as I like winter and snow, I am ready now for spring. This cycle of the seasons is one way, I think, that God has of helping us to get some purchase on the mystery of death. Death must precede new life as surely as winter's apparent death precedes spring's new life.
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