Recently my friend told me of a woman that had her big yard aerated and then proceeded to drop a crocus bulb in each hole. Ten-thousand, if memory serves.
Aeration allows for oxygen to circulate through the ground and helps the production of growth. It opens things up that have been lying a little dormant. Like we all need sometimes in our brains, in our souls.
And those crocus bulbs? They pop up and bloom and provide color and texture, even if only for a couple of weeks. Then they go away and allow for grass, the staple, to resume its claim. Like in our own lives. Sometimes we are exploding with crocus bulbs, and most times we are tending to our lawns- resisting weeds and doing our best to maintain some sense of reliability and steadiness.
I am in a crocus stage, and when the grass takes over again I will be glad for that too.