This little crocus was the first out. It is too early and we will have at lease one more snow storm before April 15th.

Whenever there is an unexpected thaw and especially on foggy nights, there is a smell of perfume that wafts up from the cemetery next door. Last night, when I went out to get some wood for the fire, I noticed the sweet flowery fragrance. I think that there is a ghost of an elegant lady from the early 19th century who strolls around. Her strong perfume can be smelled only on damp warm nights.