Some years, spring seems to tease out its transition for weeks and months. It plays cat and mouse with the winter chill, wanting to stay, but receding under another few inches of snow. Other years, we all wake up one morning with temperatures in the 60s and sunny skies and we never look back to winter. In these years of starkest contrast are when our honeybees take off quickly before we can get a handle on what they need. Usually, nature has a way of knowing, and she usually begins with the crocus.