Blossom still shining white against blue sky and falling confetti like all over the steps, it seems to have been flowering for ages, the mahogany of the first baby leaves are only now beginning to break through the mass of white. I’ve enjoyed the dramatic blue/white combination even more this year since the new clear double glazed windows have replaced the previous opaque one in the bathroom.
Strange how things lost turn up. I was busy scrabbling around under the birch trees yanking out random clumps of grass that had migrated from the lawn and when I straightened up I was clutching a pair of glasses. I was momentarily nonplussed, thinking ‘but I wasn’t wearing glasses’, then looked closely and realized they were a pair missing for months, the grass had grown through them. I usually have my sunglasses attached with a lanyard and have a bad habit of chucking unattached glasses to the ground without realizing, I must have thrown this expensive light sensitive pair down months ago. Sadly a thorough clean up has not managed to remove a blur patch that months of sun and frost created.
I grew up picking vase-fulls of snowflakes from huge clumps in my mother’s garden, I don’t think snowdrops had reached my country town (possibly still haven’t) back then. The snowflakes of my childhood were graceful but robust Leucojum aestivum with smallish white bells nodding atop slender stalks, . Now I have many clumps of snowdrops but only a couple of very small, and recently acquired, clumps of snowflakes. My new snowflakes are the much more substantial species, Leucojum vernum, both the yellow amd the green tipped varieties and currently I’m admiring them everyday.
Erythroniums have become rather a passion as they have gently multiplied from those planted by the Plantsman over the years as refugees to my cool moist creekside garden. I’ve garnered a few more since then to intermingle with anemones amd galanthus in the woodland beds that are coming into being as the birches and ginkgo mature enough to provide gentle summer shade. A primrose yellow eranthis has emerged in soft contrast to the usual brighter yellow, the effect of a range of yellows is more enjoyable than a solid mass of chrome.
Galanthus have continued to show off, my anxious nurturing seems to have encouraged them.
The late galanthus varieties are still looking wonderful with buds continuing to open as they share their space with brilliant violet flowering hepaticas, also appearing to be happily bulking up. The creekside beds are always in danger of being overrun by crack willow roots stealthily sneaking along underground seeking the extra nutrients i hand out to my pets, in autumn I carefully ran the handfork along just under the surface amd lifted mats of fibrous willow roots, luckily they seem to mostly congregate very close to the surface.
A few chinodooxas are flowering pretty blues and pinks and trilliums are pushing through. Unfortunately those outside the fence take a bit of a beating from pademelons and waterhens, the waterhen are having shrieking parties all hours of the day and night, hopefully they will settle down once the territories and partnerships are sorted. I’m trying to ensure I have plenty of plants safe inside, currently squeezed into boxes behind the shed but they seem to be doing ok. I’m considering moving some arums and arisaemas into that area as they don’t appear to be palatable to the local wildlife.
Miniature narcissus are continuing to open, the hoop petticoat range have been flowering for months ….. now it’s the turn of the the cyclamineus hybrids with their little laid back ears, and the petite trumpets like Narcissus jacetanus, and the supremely elegant N. Snipe. The angels, Angel’s tears and Angel’s breath, are firm favorites, that gorgeous creamy pale yellow, and such demure little bells.
Narcissus x sussanae forgot to extend her stems so her flowers peer kitten-like over the edge of the pot, very pretty.
My interest in romulea has been aroused after realizing how they provide tiny but wonderfully bright pops of colour, but I should be careful I don’t end up with a desert in summer after all these spring beauties have gone to sleep
After performing duty as a car park for many months I’ve been perplexed about whether to restore or repurpose the always tatty front lawn area. Then the decision was made for me when I was hunting for a site to rehome a large clump of iris unguicularis and this convenient, intermittantly weedy, sunny unused space offered itself. So far the iris has been joined by several vagrant crocus and a couple of tiny euphorbia rigida seedlings
A couple of hellebores grown from Ashwood seed have finally flowered, two beautiful dark red doubles. One with a circular outline and the other with more pointed petals rimmed in a darker shade, they still don’t approach the older deep ruby red ashwood single in colour but are most attractive.
A couple of frits have also joined the first flowering show, a five inch Fritillaria imperialis produced a single soft orange bell, and a similarly short Fritillaria raddeana produced a couple of palest creamy primrose bells delicately veined in green.
Meanwhile the spotted dog has been regretfully left at home
You’re leaving me? why can’t I come to Port Douglas with you? I don’t like the cold either!