No doubt the season has turned when crocuses open their egg-shaped flowers to the lengthening days. The benevolent days of spring have not arrived yet–snow mixes with rain, and the raw chilly wind bites the ears of those optimistic enough to go for a walk without a warm hat. Only faint signs of spring beauties in the woods. But as Henry and I tour the garden every day, we see subtle changes. A burst of flowering is coming…