The crocus. Full of heart, feminine, and a soft beauty that we all have. Crocuses cover the wild prairies and thrive with the sun, just like we do. Two years after a fire, they seem to come back stronger. Let us all be the crocus. Deep enough roots to thrive no matter what comes our way, and a little furry. Drawn on my iPad in ink and watercolour at my favourite little spot in the sun. Protected with plexiglass & four different choices for frame colours.
