Just as my grandmother and I always see who can spot the first robin of Spring, my daughter and I always try to be the first one to find the first flower of Spring. Last year, I found the first one while jogging one bright, early Saturday morning but this year Maia found the first one. She triumphantly plucked it from some poor unsuspecting neighbor (so sorry!) on her walk home from school and burst in the door to show me. We floated it in a tiny bowl of water.
The first flower of Spring is such a lovely thing!