From Old House Gardens, a chipmunk proof species of crocus (Tommies).
The Tommies, hiding from the cold.
Tommies again, sprawled open in the sun.
Tommies, so lovely when they’re open.
Another crocus from the hardware store.
Here they are, showing off all that sexy pollen.
Closed in the early morning, deep purple and limned in silver, we have the very un-PC heirloom species, Negro Boy.
Negro Boy again. I’m actually glad Old House Gardens choose not to white-wash the past, and stuck with the original name.
- From another angle, and still just as lovely, I give you more Negro Boy.
I think this is a Negro boy, sitting right next to a fat white crocus from the hardware store. They make a pretty couple.
No idea what kind of mutant crocus this is.
Matthew Vett said:
I love crocuses! They used to be all over New England in the early spring, but I don’t see them anymore in Texas. 😦
I’m from NH, so I understand the joy of spring flowers. Texas is just to damn hot. That’s a general statement–I don’t do well with the heat.
Theo Fenraven said:
Spring hasn’t arrived in MN yet. The northern wind is keeping everything really cold.
Well, enjoy these flowers, and then take lots of pictures of your own!
Maddie Cochere said:
The Tommies at the beginning are what we have outside our back door. They are so pretty right now. I haven’t really tended them for quite a long time, and they seem to have spread out into the yard. I don’t mind.
You know, people carefully dig up pieces of sod to get the crocus creeping into the yard look. They are such lovely flowers. I have some yellow ones I don’t remember planting coming up too. Spring is full of surprises!
Elin Gregory said:
So pretty.. I don’t know what happened to ours – everything is 3 weeks behind. That last picture looks a bit like a miniature iris.
It is an iris! Before it bloomed I thought it was a mutant crocus, but then it popped up and, I thought to myself, “That’s right, a few tiny irises seemed to have survived the moles.”
There was a low pressure front just chill-laxin’ in the Atlantic that’s thrown all the weather for a loop. If my bulbs gave a fig about the cold, they’d be behind too.