Hocus Pocus

Another frosty, but gloriously  sunny, morning. We took my Mother back to the audiologist to have the customised  end tips (made from impressions  taken last visit) attached  to her new hearing aids. They fit her ear canals so much more snugly, so she should hear better and be less likely to lose  the aids. 
When we returned to the care home, we went for a walk in the garden. She used to go for a walk there  most days, but seems to have got out of the habit. Hopefully, with better weather, she may reinstate this routine. Lots of flower buds are appearing. When she spotted these  crocus flowers she  immediately  said, "Hocus  pocus, yellow crocus!"  and we went on to other identify plants, whose names she still recalls well, yet has to keep reminding herself of the time, and questioning whether she should be going in for lunch?