The crocus of hope

I was mildly amused when the P.M. said in his introduction to the roadmap on Monday, “ The crocus of hope is poking through the frost “.
A few days later, here’s my own crocus of hope. I call it that because I found a queen bumblebee struggling on the ground, and was able to put her on some flowers where she could feed and gain a little strength.
And also because yesterday Mr. Beewatcher was told that he has prostate cancer. Now we both look forward to whatever might be ahead with hope.