Further proof

While on a rather painful and uninspiring run on Tuesday, I saw my first blooming crocus of the year. I never really notice when they first pop out of the ground because they are just so nondescript and grass-like, so I'm always astonished when I see those first bright purple or yellow flowers heralding in the spring. Tulips and daffodils stand out a little more and each year I seem to anxiously await their vibrant blooms, but crocus are always a pleasant surprise. I bought myself an already sprouted red tulip at WinCo this week but haven't felt like braving the weather to go plant it. It snowed last night and is windy and cool today. But I have always wanted to plant a tulip. There is something very romantic to me about planting something that comes back every year and leaving it behind in a place you once lived. I'm hoping to plant them in front of the Mini so I can come back in 20 years and show my kids the tiny, cute little house I used to live in. They'll laugh and think I had it rough, but I'll never have anything but great memories of the Mini. As both dogs lay here sleeping, one pressed up against each foot, I don't feel like this place is small at all because we'd be doing the same thing in 2,000 square feet. Sometimes - no most of the time - cozy is good.