Colchicum.These were growing in the crepe myrtle allee at the BBG. I'm not sure what to think of them. They are always a big surprise, and perhaps that is their greatest virtue. But it takes some talent to plant them well, and I preferred Fort Tryon's effort amongst the lamb's ears.
The previous night's rain had sent them sprawling, like drunk girls on prom night.
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