I don't care what the calendar says or the thermometer reads, when my little crocuses bloom, spring has arrived.
Every plant in my garden has a story and my purple crocuses are no exception. After we had lived here for more than ten years, I was strolling across the yard and noticed some bright "grass" growing up through the dead turf in late February. Upon closer examination I realized that these bright green blades could not possibly be grass. I grabbed a trowel and popped up the sod to see what was growing underneath it. There were three or four small bulbs attached to those blade-like leaves. Not knowing what they were
, I planted them near my front steps. Nothing bloomed that spring, but the following spring (when I had forgotten all about them) three dark purple crocus blossoms magically appeared next to the front steps. They spread a little more each spring.
When the crocuses bloom, I know that winter will soon be over. I don't think I have ever been as pleased to see them bloom as I have this year!
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