March 23, 2015
(This is part of a 365 project during my 70th year where I write and
illustrate a blog on each day's gift.)
Just four days into
spring, I almost tread on purple hope today—well, not literally but what many
recognize as a symbol of hope, the crocus. It is the time of year when we
become weary of the confines of our winter tomb existence and begin to
anticipate spring. Hope is defined as an expectation and desire for a certain
thing to happen. No wonder the crocus is a symbol of hope. It is the first living
color of spring, often poking through winter snow, appearing during our longing
for change.
The name crocus
comes from the Greek word krokos, which means saffron, a spice that
comes from a crocus sativa species in the Mediterranean. Three stigmas from the
center of each purple bloom yield just a tiny bit of saffron. It may take an acre to harvest one pound of saffron and 4,000
crocus sativa plants to produce even one ounce of saffron, which retails for as much
as $500. A labor-intensive crop for
sure! Spain and India are the top growers of saffron.
So today, bundled
up warmly in 43-degree temperatures, I stopped to photograph purple buds glowing
in the sunlight. Their blooms may last for only ten days but they awaken
hibernating hope in all who see them. The cold will fade into the past and
fresh color will soon surround us. We
will shed our goose-down jackets and bring the kite down from the attic.
And I will probably
skip the saffron in the grocery store.
My gift today is purple hope.
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> Day 105 Unfolding of Wings
You can read my other posts on this project here:
http://bjschupp.blogspot.com/2014/12/365-gifts.html
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