A chore for yesterday was to clean up the now done purple satin crocus. Unfortunately, the flowers turn into a sort of slimy sludge. I waited for a few days to give the flowers a chance to dry out, but it wasn't really long enough. The remains are nasty.
Even though they are decaying horrible gross-feeling things, once they've been bundled into a pile they revert to their earlier habit of pleasant beauty. The little purple pile is both sad and lovely.
The cleaned-up leaves are now interesting greenery getting lots of sunshine to serve the bulbs and make healthy flowers again next year.
And I have purple-stained fingers and art in my garden.
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