I love perennials. And I especially love the ones that don’t really require maintenance: you stick them in the ground and they just surprise and delight you every year.
The crocuses emerge first and announce the arrival of spring. Usually, they start showing themselves in early February.
This year, as it got into March and I didn’t see any crocuses, I started to think that the squirrels, who provide us with unsolicited “landscaping” services, had commandeered them for their own nefarious purposes.
Then all of a sudden, today:
Which means that groundhog in Pennsylvania was obviously wrong.