Crocuses in Mon Repos

The aroma that I smelled, I didn’t see.

I didn’t go to Mon Repos — I walked past . And suddenly I stopped. There was something very subtle in the air. Not a smell — almost a sound , a whisper. At first I thought: maybe someone passed by in perfume? But no. There was only a garden, a tree, a shadow and a warm path. I sat down — and saw them: thin, almost transparent crocuses , a whole scattering in the grass. The flowers are not bright, not for a bouquet. You can miss them, but they speak first — through the smell . It is not powdery, not sharp. It's like a touch on the cheek, like a rag handkerchief dried in the wind. ⠀Since then I know: in Corfu, spring begins not with color, but with the air . ⠀I saw crocuses later in different places - on the road to Garouna, in the gardens of Achelion, even at the bus stop. ⠀But the first one was here. ⠀I didn't pick a single one.

📌 Observation: Crocuses in Corfu are not only purple saffron. There are white, almost milky ones, with a light green stem. The aroma is best revealed in the morning, before the heat.