The crocuses are gone, destroyed by time and rain but I took many pictures to remember them by until next year. When I see them I can smell the sweet daphne whose blooms coincide with the appearance of the first crocus. They let us know that winter is coming to an end and life will be returning to the soil in a riot of colors and scents. Gone will be the musty sweet aroma of decomposing leaves and soon we will be reveling in the sun's warmth.
Fuji X-T1, Fujinon 60/f2.4R
60mm, f4, 1/150 sec @ 200 ISO