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Moments with Flowers by betsyblue

May 11, 2013

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.

It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.

― Rainer Maria Rilke

I grew up in a small town in rural Manitoba. One of its only claims to fame were the wild crocuses that grew in the sandy ridge that passed through town. Thousands of wild crocuses. This ridge was right across the street from our church. And so on those barely warm days of spring, when the ground was still cold from winter, we would race across the street to see who could spot the first bloom. I’ve still got a sweet nostalgia about those flowers. Still one of my favorites. Quiet, unassuming soft flowers who, in their fragility, are so strong and brave.

P.S. It’s also our provincial flower.

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