Inconvenient Truth

crocuses
Even as I sighed and pushed my arms through the sleeves of my wool overcoat, the flash of violet through the back window caught my eye. I think I yelled something, but I know I threw open the sliding glass doors, ran into the yard, and fell to my knees. There, adorned in all their colorful glory despite the 30-something temperatures, huddled a clutch of crocuses.
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