The spring crocus were less deterred by the snow than we were. While the snow drops lived up to their name. Inside, I watered the cactus and dreamed of a spring in Death Valley. Fifty million flowers lighting up the desert, at least in my imagination. You can fit a lot into a small space. Outside, the spring crocus took advantage of the sun, which lasted five seconds before being blotted out indefinitely. I allowed myself to be infected by their optimism. Let it be known that these flowers enjoy a party. Meanwhile, the hellebore twisted out of the ground like a baby dragon (via Game of Thrones). Far more ambitious than the crocus, they have plans to conquer the world.