After the most brutally long, cold winter I can remember, it is spring at last. Weeks long stretches of sub-zero weather, little snow, frigid wind chills ... it all left me depressed. I never once wanted to post here about the landscape, the snowfalls, the bare branches. I only wanted to see it end. This year, even Easter was cold. We got snow that morning, and hunted our eggs indoors. This week, we've finally had a run of warm days and sunshine and these crocus blooms are the result. I almost don't believe it.