I think of spring (even though it isn't always truly spring) when I see those beautiful purple crocus in the snow. I love how they come in winter happy to bring some color to a white blanket of fluff. They just remind me of the spirit to be just who they are anywhere and anytime.
My youngest daughter and I would plant 50 purple crocus in the yard at each home we moved to and watch them come up through the snow and then again in the true spring!
"If you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you'll learn things you never knew. Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains? can you paint with all the colors of the wind?"