In Brooklyn it poured with rain for two days. Today, when I went out to feed The People (our name for our sparrow hordes), I happened to glance down. And there was a row of pale crocuses. I was not expecting that at all. All wrapped tightly shut, some showing an expensive tongue of scarlet. I don't think they will open - no direct sun shining on them at this time of year. I just had not thought of that.
But there they are.
Part of the Trump-therapy bulb collection, they are in fact fall-blooming, but considering how late I planted them...
I will pick them tomorrow and collect their anthers.