Here is the first flower of 2003, which opened in my garden today. It’s a crocus, not a snowdrop, which was a surprise to me. But it’s a crocus that I think got unearthed when I was planting peonies and probably wasn’t as deep as it should have been. Now you’re going to ask me what variety it is. Well, it’s definitely not a Dutch crocus, but the smaller, earlier kind–some catalogs call them snow crocus. And I think it’s Princes Beatrix, but I couldn’t swear to it.
Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower.
in Albert Camus quotations