April Friday the 13th turned out to be the day I opened my flower season this year!

A couple of passers-by who stopped to chat with me revealed the story behind these crocuses. They should not grow in the wild up here, so I’ve been wondering what’s the deal with them. Back in the 80’s, a group of school children had a project to plant crocuses, but they buried the corms too deep. They were disappointed when no crocuses bloomed in the following spring, but since then, the flowers started to come up year after year to the delight of the passers-by (and the occasional photographer)!

This is hard for me to say, but… thank you children, whoever you were.