When I was little my dad used to recite a poem.
Spring is here
The grass is riz
I wonder where the flowers is.
It used to make me giggle because the budding grammar pedant in me knew that was wrong but funny all the same. Well, today I found the flowers. They’ve been out for a while but I haven’t spent much time with them. There’s a storm brewing, hence the dull shadow over the photos, but I kind of liked being out in the gloomy weather for a while. Come on a tour with me?
First up, a stray Bok Choy plant from when they went to seed last year in a bed and the seeds were flung out around the yard. They have been showing up in the lawn for a while and I never pick them because I love seeing them growing wild. This one had a little ladybird visiting.
Next up the Apricot tree that never produces although Sean and his dad did a fair bit of work on it recently so maybe all these delicious blossoms might actually amount to something. It’s great having a former orchardist in the family!
Our plum tree is far more prolific, although we narrowly manage to get the full crop before the birds take over. Must see into one of those tree nets this year.
Next, the miraculous Rosemary. I call her miraculous because I routinely kill Rosemary and this one’s lasted nearly three years. It’s a record. I adore the pretty flowers.
And here, my beloved Grape Hyacinths, or Muscari. I’ve grown these for years and I just love how each year the patch thickens and multiplies. Talk about set and forget! I love them so much.
The Grape Hyacinths grow in a ring under an Ash tree. One half the ring is taken up by them, the other half, by Star Flowers. I should have taken a photo of the ring because it’s really looking so lovely. Sean built the ring for me and suggested bulbs. He was so right.
I’ll finish with the Snowdrops. Here’s just one of them. So irresistibly delicate and perfect.
Lest you think this means we have a stunning garden, be assured we don’t. The rest of the yard is a wasteland of dilapidated beds ready for when we plunder them for soil for new, soon to be built beds and new growth. There’s a lot to do but at least we have the bulbs to remind us that the results of hard work are worth it.