On our walk this afternoon, Nino and I watched the first sailing lesson/race of the season in the harbor. He nudged me and said, “Check it out, sails look like crocuses. Crocuses look like sails.” Which reminded me: This little flotilla appeared the other day by our front backdoor as if they had been blown there by a favorable wind.
Spring has arrived at Champignon!
kristin green | trench manicure 
“front backdoor” it’s too late. I am sure it makes sense.
Yeah, I meant it. See, it’s the backdoor but really the one we use as a front. Plus, of the two backdoors, this is the frontest. Totally clear now, right? Actually, technically, it’s a side door… -kris
Hooray for the flotillas. I love sailboats and crocuses both, how nice that you are seeing both and that spring is finally arriving.
There’s just no denying it anymore! -kris
It’s clear to me…after all I have a wayback backyard and our front door is our side door! We all know that front door really means main entrance! Pretty crocus! gail
Oh, to have waves of that color!
Soon, Layanee! Soon… -kris