I actually planted these clumps of bulbs several years ago and had no more than green leaves to show for it each of the past few springs. This year, finally, they bloomed ... and profusely, too. Some have blooms of yellow and a few are white with golden throats.
Even driving by, the flowers quickly grab your eye. Buried in the weeds and grasses of the meadow, they are the only color for acre upon acre. Each flower seems perfect.