I love it when Spring flowers start to appear. Snowdrops, crocuses and daffodils. They signal the begining of the end of winter and the start of a new year of life as the earth wakes up and begins to blossom.
I love all three of them. Snowdrops are delicate and lovely with their pure white ballet skirts opening out so that they can dance in the breeze. Daffodils too have ballet skirts surrounding their trumpets with which they herald the arrival of new life and the coming year of expectation.
But my favourite of the three is the crocus. I love their shape, their variety of colour and their bright orangey-yellow stamen that crinkle and wiggle as they reach up to be seen when the petals open up. Crocuses come in all sorts of colours – cream, yellow, white, mauve, purple and stripey ones. I love them all, but my favourites are the mauve and purple ones, which of course is to be expected as they’re my favourite colours.
Usually after snowdrops, I get a brief glimpse of a few crocuses and then it’s straight on to daffodils. This year is different. I’ve seen loads of beautiful crocuses. The spindly ones in my garden didn’t last long, presumably falling victim to bird attacks. So when I went for a walk in the park, I was amazed to find large drifts of strong healthy crocus cups spreading up the bank under some of the trees. It was a photographer’s paradise!
I wonder if there are more crocuses about this year, or if they’ve always been there and I’ve never noticed them before.