They always grow there. Every time I go to the launderette, I load the washing machine and then go for a walk in the park while the washing’s being done. At around this time of year, I look for these violet coloured beauties, ‘cos by now I’m sooo over winter and they remind me hope is on the horizon.
I’m not being poetic here, by the way, I just have no idea what these flowers are called. Someone once told me they were crocuses. Please feel free to enlighten me in the comments.