The elderly woman who lived here before me left behind a terracotta pot of crocus she’d planted. At the time, the plant just looked to me like thick grass, for I was very new to gardening then with much to learn (an ongoing process!)
Then in spring and summer, lovely pink crocus flowers appeared and it was such a delight, especially to someone with their first garden. For more than 25 years now, they’ve been happily flowering each year but were getting a bit snug in their terracotta pot.
With much trepidation, I moved them to a new home in the backyard garden bed a little while ago and it is such a relief to see them happily burst into flower once again. I still think of Joyce when I see them. 💗🌿
(PS. I’m hoping the little, yellow pollen footprints means that someone might’ve been visiting to collect it.) 🐝🦋
I was so focused on the bee burrowing into the rose on the right, I didn’t realise I’d captured the bee in flight to the left. Such a lovely surprise! Hope your week brings you some little bit of unexpected luck and gladness no matter how small it might be. 
… and also ladybirds, lacewings and other garden friends.
Zoë Boccabella 