Isn't the secret heart of a crocus the loveliest thing?
As the clouds rolled back petals unfolded to embrace the sun - and what passing insect could resist those pollen-y parts? From a distance this seems to be just another white crocus but seen up close its petals are delicately lined in lilac.
Dreamy, creamy primroses......as children we used to pull their heads off and sip the nectar. Now I prefer to leave them be.
And there's always someone isn't there? Got to be different....