… like the color when the spring is born.”
I immediately thought of that Joni Mitchell lyric when I saw these cheery crocuses poking up through a light snow on Monday — so light it had not yet collapsed or even compressed under its own weight. It’s probably a fitting farewell to this winter, itself not particularly harsh. Just a few mornings before, when the crocuses first appeared, I photographed the same patch, noting the tiny reservoirs of dew in each thirsty blade. And that had made me think of another Mitchell line: “Drink up now — it’s gettin’ on time to close.” Or maybe, “time to grow,” I thought, with apologies to Mitchell.
— Kevin Gutting