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.
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
in Northern Exposure