I took this picture, and I guess I just knew that this would be a stunning shot (if I may brag a little).

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The crocuses are tiny and humble and barely visible among the mounds of mulch that still protect some of the flower beds– the mulch is gray.

The crocuses are bright yellow.  They sit there –such a simple life, and lived boldly and with no other agenda than perhaps making enough food  to be able to propagate their little tiny bulbs underground and live another year.

And for a moment, everything is perfect and makes sense.

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And then, a truck whizzes by, or the leafblower revvs up, or the Maryland car honks as it speeds on by.

And you realize, you have gotten what you want– and yet everything is the same.