Thom sent this picture with a comment that these must be the only blooming crocuses in Eastport. I wouldn't be surprised if that were true. They must receive just the right amount of warmth from the sun and possibly the foundation of the house to push Spring ahead a few weeks.
Otherwise it still looks like Winter. This morning there was a film of ice on all the trees and a fresh coat of light snow on the ground. It all melted as the day wore on, but the muddy snowbanks left by previous plowings are still clinging to the sides of the road. I suppose this is the ugliest time of year, but we who experience it year after year greet it happily. It can't be seen without attaching its true significance and therefore it has its own beauty. Winter has to die in its unpretty way before Spring can come. Our eyes are blinded to the present in anticipation of the future.