When I got home from work today, I was greeted by a beautiful yard … if you look beyond the brown grass, sticks, rocks and other winter detritius. The crocuses bulbs that Tommy and I embedded year after year in the lawn had come up and were open in the unusual warmth of a Michigan March.
A photograph doesn’t do their vibrant delicacy justice, but here’s one anyway …
There are three different groups of them — Tommy and I put in bulbs each fall — Tom insisting on using a variety of fertilizers and other nutrition agents to ensure they did their best.
The most brilliantly color group (upper right, and the most spectacular only because it is the newest) was slammed in by me alone last fall — without any special supplements other than perhaps a few tears. Tommy had purchased bulbs last Spring for fall planting, and I put them in begrudgingly, because I couldn’t return them without a receipt. (BTW Tommy– check ‘em out. You don’t need all those high-end bulb fertilizers!)
I’m glad I put them in, as they are a most welcome sight.
It’s like Tommy “brought me flowers.”
Probably because I finally got the taxes done! 
Thanks Tom!
