The first blooms come not with fanfare, but with color that insists. Daffodils rise like golden trumpets from the thawed earth, bright against the gray that still clings to the edges of morning. Tulips follow, their petals unfurling in crimson, blush, and ivory, as if the ground itself has remembered how to dream in color. The air holds a chill, but the flowers do not wait for certainty. They bloom early, daring the cold to let go. And in their boldness, there is a kind of wisdom… a reminder that beginnings often come before the world feels ready.
