From deep in the cold dark earth, soft petal blades stir, cutting their path through the skin of soil. Soft as silk and sharp as thorns their colour lights the dark somber beds of late winter. Called into the light by the spring turn of the planet, they appear, dappled in moon dew, glistening in sun drops. Day and night they rise, a crop of purple spring blades, towering towards the clouds of life. The rushing wave of spring has begun, an unseen army gathering strength hidden in darkness.