The virtues of stubborn repetition

[pecunium]

I was over at Maia's, cleaning the mice, feeding the snakes, and lying in wait for squirrels.

I went to let the goose out, and give him run of his yard (April is the last of the geese, coyotes got the others, so he is in a cage in the evenings, and only released if there is someone to return him at night).

Which was when I saw the crocus. There are number of them in pots. They are stunning. A really nice shade of purple, with a hard gloss on the outer petals, and a wonderful veining. This was a saffron crocus, just opening. So I watered them (there were others, not in bloom) and set up the computer, and everything else.

Then I spent time shooting the flower. After which I went to the computer, and watching the birds, and listening for squirrels (of which there were none). Every so often I went back to the flower, and shot some more, trying to catch the essence of it, as it opened.

This is the way my first glimpse looked.

A Study in Saffron


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Comments

[kateyule.livejournal.com]

After reading of the mice, snakes, squirrels, geese, and coyotes, I was briefly trying to figure out what kind of critter "crocus" were.

[pecunium.livejournal.com]

Like hyacinths, they feed the soul.

:)