It is the custom of many blogs to include occasional or topical images not necessarily related to the main concerns of the site, and when not abused, it's a nice custom.
Spring is here, and so, the first crocuses in the yard, which appeared in full but minuscule splendor already a day before St. Patrick's Day, need no special excuse.
Nonetheless, there's a roundabout way to connect the seasonal sign to history.
An old joke, told during the era of Emigration:
Nazi era: On a lovely spring day, an American cheerfully greets a newly arrived German-Jewish émigré, whose English is still less than fluent: "Spring in the air!"
The émigré--who interprets spring in the German sense of the verb, to jump--melancholically: "Why should I?"
Variation:
The émigré, bitterly: "Spring yourself!"
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