I love Crocus speciosus. The first time I saw it was in a garden in Santa Fe, and the flowers were just glowing in the late afternoon sunlight. They were like magic, an unexpected color for fall, with delicacy and luminosity.
I find that luminosity and charm very hard to capture in a photograph, what is so apparent in real life.
When I took out the grass in the courtyard, I debated about whether or not to plant the cracks between the flagstone, and decided not to. You see how well that plan worked out. I saw the Crocus speciosus for sale, and I knew immediately where they had to go.
Here they are, catching the light coming through the gate.
Popping up like magic.
Delicacy and boldness in one.
I planted 60 of them. I hope they are happy and multiply.