When I walked out into the labyrinth, hidden behind some boxwood where six of these purple crocus flowers, scattered around. The miracle is that they are still there, still blooming, rather in some small critter's stomach! The bulbs were planted some autumn more than three years ago. I had never seen them in bloom, for all of the time they have been growing there. I do have the memory of stumps of chewed off leaves. I am surprised that they have been able to survive, much less bloom. A miracle!
One of the few flowering plants that do seem to survive in the garden are the hellebores. Only the deer nibble on them, forgetting that they don't like the taste. This one is my earliest, a feast of color early in the year when all else is brown and grey.
