Ray of Hope

Last Saturday, I noticed something that gave me a glimmer of hope, a measure of joy: sprouts! The bulbs I planted in the fall are sprouting. There are tons of them. I don't even remember what all I planted. I'm pretty sure there are crocuses and tulips, perhaps daffodils and something else. Whatever they are, they are all poking out of the ground and defying this forsaken winter weather. Hurray for the spring to come.