But back to the flowers. I suppose I delight in the crocuses because we have such a short time to enjoy them. You never see them arranged in vases in December or sprawling in pots in July, only now: clustered in sunny lawns and bursting through leaf debris in that garden bed that needs to be cleaned. (Once it gets warmer.)
I thought I would look up some fun fact about croci, of which there are not many. But the name appears to come from Greek / Hebrew / Aramaic / Arabic / Sanskrit words for saffron yellow. Makes sense. However, I'm relieved the industrious Dutch were able to coax out other colors.
Today I thought it would be nice to paint these old flower friends while I was in the company of another bunch of old friends at Salon. Fortunately, the latter are a bunch that I can enjoy year round!
Next week I plan to start a new and (fingers crossed) fun series, so please check back to find out what that might be about.
Crocuses Guard the Border |
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