Oh no you didn't. Oh yes I did. Did what? Did where? What's she going on about? I'll tell ya...
The dogs had just been fed, and as I let them out afterward, I peeked over at the white crocus sprouts. They emerged on an unseasonably warm day last week, only to be blanketed in snow yesterday morning. By the late afternoon (when dogs went bounding outside), the snow had melted enough to reveal the sprouts again...and the fading afternoon light was hitting them just so. Kodak Nikon moment!
That light moves faaaast, so I double-timed it up to my studio, grabbed my camera and ran outside. (Any guesses what the dogs were doing in that span of time?)
The ground was saturated from said-melting snow, and I knelt precariously on a branch on the ground to keep my knees from getting wet. But as the light was moving rapidly, I considered my jeans and how this was about day 7 or 8 that I had worn them - and if the knees got soaked to expedite the photo-taking, so be it...they had to be washed anyway! Watch out - she's wreckless now!
As I moved in and around the pretty crocuses, happily snapping with my soaked knees, I forgot to look where I was kneeling. Til something stank. I looked down at my how-now-brown knee, and it was pretty apparent what the dogs had been up to while I was running to get my camera. Ew. But those flowers sure are pretty - really love the seeing the white on white with a bit of green pop!
Edited: A nice commenter let me know that these are not crocus flowers. They are snowdrops (galanthus). The name suits them so perfectly!! Thank you, Suzy McQ!
