First Spring Visitor

Something was different this morning I'd gone to bed chilled, reached for another blanket knowing I'd have to defrost with coffee before bracing for the north wind. But sunlight peeked at me through my kitchen window. Too tempting not to open the door and say, "Good morning." There it was— the first crocus greeting me as if it was her calling card. I felt the warmth of sunshine on my face and grinned knowing Spring didn't forget to visit.