I love it when crocuses are irregularly scattered about lawns, more so than when they are planted in rows or in beds. It looks quite natural and, unexpectedly, just right.
It is such a pleasure when they peep their pretty heads up out of the grass, like so many chicks in a nest, their mouths open, waiting for sustenance.
I'm most partial to white and purple ones, which is—not surprisingly—all that we have at Darlington.
Ours range from purple-throated white to the palest of lavenders to the darkest of ecclesiastical purples.
The crocuses were at their peak this weekend in our part of the Hudson River Valley. What a joy it was.
All photographs by Boy Fenwick