Brown leaves, wispy dried grasses and brown patches of last year's mulch are left uncovered after snow has melted into late March and early April days. Suddenly you see it - that splash of color there in the midst of the drab and lifeless. Crocus' defy the chilly temperatures of early spring mornings and frosty spring nights. They open their petals in spite of that last feeble attempt by winter to hold on. It is the first glimpse of a beauty lying just beneath the surface waiting, waiting. Soon color will be all around us but for now, that special spot of purple and yellow in my front yard is enough.