Every spring teta Ruza, Hrvoje and I would go pick crocuses (pl. croci ?) in the nearby Maksimir forest. When we’d get home teta Ruza would put them in a yoghurt cup next to her sink. This was my favourite spring tradition.

I’ve got a single patch of crocuses growing in my garden this year. It was a bit of touch-and-go this morning when a garbage can rolled over them, but they’re still going strong.