A country lane, a road to nowhere really. Not exactly inspiring, nothing grand.
But look at the bottom right corner.
One single little crocus, a tiny touch of vibrant colour just there in the washed out wintery grass. I ran past it at first, did a classic double take and trotted back to crouch beside it and just stare in wonder.
There is no virginal white, no bowed head here. No ladylike shyness and standing winsomely in groups quietly talking in lowered voices like the ladies in a Jane Austen novel.
No, this is " Come on, shine on me, bring me the joy of sunshine, make me smile". This is a bold flower, a brave flower.
Purple = Passion
Yellow = Happiness
This flower has chosen her colours well and wears them with pride.
I like this flower, she speaks to me of power, of strength, of going for gold, taking a stand and putting the proverbial head above the parapet and waving a flag.
Where drifts of perfect snowdrops can bring tears of joy at Nature's kindly hand, this one little flower will bring you to your knees.
Is there a flower, a colour or just something that pulls you up, makes you think and makes you, 'you' ?