On a walk with my wife and dogs through the neighborhood this afternoon, we spotted the first flowers of spring, at least by our reckoning. One of our neighbors had quite a few white and lavender crocuses blooming in the 55 degree spring sun.
In our own gardens, my wife and I have been at a crocus impasse for several years now. I prefer all my flowers to be in their designated areas, while my wife has visions of planting crocus bulbs all over our lawn in the fall. She wants to be able to look out on a spring day like today and see hundreds of crocuses popping up all over the lawn, while the traditionalist in me (read: anal retentive) believes that flowers belong in well-defined areas.
I suspect that she will win out this fall, but for the moment, we have to gaze upon the crocuses of others.