This is my first colchicum of the year. It appears the Bookish Gardener beat me, as she is displaying a whole clump to my single blossom. To my eye, they are the same plant: Colchicum byzantinum. To your eye, the colors of the two flowers are different; her image is more accurate. Also, you can’t see inside my flower, but eventually it will look like her photograph. That’s how all my byzantinums look on the inside. For those of you unfamiliar with this genus, I suggest you browse through the Colchicum category linked on the sidebar. I’m afraid I won’t have time to take many photographs because of the construction work going on, so the previous years’ photos will have to suffice. But if there are any I didn’t show you last year, I probably will break down and take a photo. I have to warn you, the images from when this was a Moveable Type blog aren’t all coming out. Part of the problem is when the code is partly in all caps and partly not: don’t ask me why it matters, but through trial and error I discovered it does. But it doesn’t take care of the whole problem, and I don’t know if I have the time to figure out the rest of the problem. Sorry.
In the end, this may be the most important thing about frost: Frost slows us down. In spring, it tempers our eagerness. In fall, it brings closure and rest. In our gotta-go world–where every nanosecond seems to count–slowness can be a great gift. So rather than see Jack Frost as an adversary, you could choose to greet him as a friend.
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