<-----All OVER the lawn.

Haha, did I say “lawn?” Do you see any grass there? Me either.

Erma was wrong. The grass ISN’T always greener over the septic tank. We had ours drained last summer, and even though I planted grass seed, nothing’s come up. Well, except the crocuses. We’ve got a huge segment of front lawn that’s absolutely bare. And in places, the sinkhole that is under most of the land in southern Indiana, is rearing its sunken little head.

Crocuses are my favorite flower. So brave. So small, and perky, and pretty. So willing to risk everything just to bloom. (Jeepers, I feel as though I just wrote a Maidenform advertisement!)

The forecast for next week is snow. It won’t matter to the crocuses. They’ll peek out of the snow, too.

All over the lawn yard. Purple, white, and gold. Oh, and a few stripedy ones.

Stripedy. Did you have a question about something?

Soon the daffodils will bloom, and the tulips. In Indiana, they bloom out of the snow sometimes, too. When they do, they come back even prettier and stronger the next spring. Having to work hard, just to bloom, is good for them.

This works for people, too.