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Which is false. It’s a hardy little shit, really, like most crocuses. Just don’t freeze it to death or drown it and it will happily grow and bloom and spread into clumps. 

Imagine the look on someone’s face when they taste something you made and you just casually let drop ‘oh yes, glad you like it, I grew the saffron myself.’

They will immediately assume…and I speak from experience…that you are a horticultural god. 

White Flower Farms is an impeccable retailer, if a bit pricier. Still, it’s only $20.50 from them (plus shipping) for 25 bulbs, which is quite a fair price. 

I planted bulbs, not expecting anything that year and WHHHOOM they shot right up and bloomed THAT YEAR

by Linda Pastan

You tell me to live each day as if it were my last. This is in the kitchen where before coffee I complain of the day ahead—that obstacle race of minutes and hours, grocery stores and doctors.

But why the last? I ask. Why not live each day as if it were the first— all raw astonishment, Eve rubbing her eyes awake that first morning, the sun coming up like an ingénue in the east?