I picked the fall-blooming saffron crocus flowers in the cold garden, each one still furled tightly. In the day since I removed their stick barricades (for photos) the squirrel/s had dug some up. Grrr. I replaced the barricade.
In the bright kitchen I put the flowers down, and was then distracted by a conversation with the Frenchman, who had come home with some very fancy headphones for me, to listen better to movies on super longhaul flights (14.5 hours to Johannesburg, coming up soon).
Then I turned around, back to the flowers.
They had opened!
I have never thought about crocuses before. It turns out they are thermonastic: they are very sensitive and respond to, temperature. They are also slightly photonastic - responsive to light.
In the warm, bright kitchen they opened their petals in minutes, something I thought I would not see.
Each flower has three red stigmas. I had 14 flowers (more are still appearing, in the garden).
The fresh red stigmas are sweetly scented. They are two feet from where I type and I can smell them.
Next year I'm planting more.
I have such a smile on my face.