some corner

 

To paraphrase  Rupert Brooke, there is some corner of Stockport that is forever filled with crocuses.

 

And this is some corner. It's at the junction of an ordinary suburban road, very close to where I was born and grew up, and for as long as I can remember it has been a sight to behold at this time of year. I have no idea who planted all these large Dutch crocuses or how often they are replanted or even whether these are the offspring of bulbs that were put in when I was tiny, but they make a quite wonderful triangle of regal white and purple and gold in a completely unexpected location, and a touching declaration of public gardening faith. Yesterday, I couldn't drive past them without taking a photograph; in the spring sunshine this is as beautiful a corner of England as you could hope to find anywhere.