Today we cached near Lake Tapps, in a pioneer cemetery that's neatly carved out of a farmer's front pasture. When the cache was established here just a few years ago, this corner was overrun with blackberries and it was hard to even see the cemetery.
So today I was pleased to find the grass mowed, the headstones tended, and not a bramble in sight. Everywhere there were bulbs pushing into the light: daffodils and hyacinths around the headstones, and the grass was full of crocuses. In a few weeks they'll burst into bloom, and I'd love to come back on a spring day and photograph them.