There is no greater metaphor for resilience, abundance, generosity, beauty, and the human capacity for intention setting than the spring-blooming bulb. Bulbs are our favorite kind of gardeners gift, both to gift to green-thumbed dear ones and to receive from the Earth herself. Nestled into the fallowing grounds of autumn and holding out until the first sun-tilted warmth of spring (ahhh, spring!! remember her?) brings wick back to the soil, a bulb is like a little hope-bomb, waiting to send up a flag to remind us of what is possible with a (very) little forethought.
A pale, icy blue rare cultivar that behaves like a crocus but has an aspect more similar to a hyacinth.
Like the best gifts, these bulbs will come back year after year, multiplying like fierce joys to be divided and shared for generations to come.