Just when it seems the heavy grey damp of winter will never end
and the soggy, leaf-strewn garden seems devoid of life, save the unrelenting weeds.
Just when my spirit sags at the sight of yet another cloudy, rainy day
and my soul is crushed by the utter dreariness of February gloom.
Just then, I notice that the first crocus has begun to bloom
and all things - even spring - suddenly appear to be possible.
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And here is a story about last year's first crocus.