As soon as the snow melted last week, these beauties were showing off for us. I don’t recall planting a single crocus bulb, but the prolific purples have spread like wildfire. Some years there’s a white one or two, but this year, I didn’t see any. The purple may have choked them out!
Interestingly, they’re most prevalent over Fred’s side of the memorial garden. That’s curious, because Sissy wears purple, and always has. So Sissy’s signature color covers Fred’s burial spot. Weird… (They’re both basset hounds, if you haven’t been visiting long enough to remember Fred.)
Thanks Hooey, for the flowers. (Yes, all of my dogs have a host of nicknames!) Do you have blooms yet?