Open, Crocus, Hamilton, Montana

These little flowers keep making me think of the vulnerableness of our hearts.
We want to open our hearts to what will heal & comfort us, encourage & cause us to grow in good ways. But sometimes that comes about by the experience of discomfort, of being disturbed.
Think of how these tender, silken blooms started their ascent to the air - by venturing into the dark beyond the cozy cocoon of their bulb, pushing through who-knew-what-on-earth to access the fresh air, sunlight - and rain, snow, and wind, and invasion of their personal space by people with cameras.

As they slowly unfold their tender petals & vulnerable core each morning, I think flowers remind us to let Love mend our worries & cast away fear, that we would open our hearts even if we're not yet bold.
(& there's no "April Fool's!" waiting in the wings.)

Racing Stripes, Crocus, Hamilton, Montana

My darling sister said she already bought photo frames for a montage of crocus prints.
I told her she's welcome to them, but to wait a few more days to select her favourites, since there are more....