These crocuses don’t bloom until the autumn. In spring, they only have big green leaves which then turn yellow and wilt away. But in the autumn when everything else is dying and other blooms are finished, the flowers of this type of crocus pop up and bloom all alone without their leaves.
The Crocus family is having a meeting. They’ve seen Anneli coming along with her camera.
“It’s picture time. Stand up straight, everyone!” says Ardyth. She’s the tallest crocus, the third one from the right. She likes to think she’s the boss.
They all stand up straight, noses in the air.
All except one. There’s ALWAYS one!
“Look at me, guys!” Mitch yells from his place on the ground. “I’m a python. I can swallow an animal whole. No teeth needed, no siree. I just open my big jaws and … GULP! Down the hatch! … Impressive, eh?”
If you could look into their faces, you would see the other six crocuses rolling their eyes. A breeze comes along to help them move as they all shake their heads slowly.
So much for the family photo.
Ardyth sighs. “Oh, that Mitch and his snake fantasies.”
The row of well-behaved crocuses stretch their noses higher into the air.
“We’re being good, Ardyth,” they whisper eagerly. “But remember last year, when Gerald teetered back and forth until he finally leaned over backwards so far that he fell over and yelled, ‘Look at me! I’m a FALL crocus!'”