a carpet of crocus

For two weeks now, I have lamented the lack of my camera each time I have walked up to my friend’s front door. So today, as I was en route, I proudly announced to her that this time, I had my camera in hand. I was almost too late, she said, but thankfully not quite: her front lawn, you see, has had the most uniquely lovely carpet as Spring draws nigh: purple crocuses–a literal plethora of crocuses . . . or is it crocii?