… it was raining.
My gardening plans came to nothing, apart from a quick look round and some photographs taken on my phone.
The pansies have survived their first night in the ground and the miniature daffodils have started to open. Pity about the rain, although I think the droplets suit them.
Grape hyacinths shaping up well. Out soon, I think.
Viola ‘White Rose Wing’
(bought at Homebase)
I’ve planted these out today – at the front of the house, so that I’ll be greeted with a smile when I arrive home from work tomorrow. The gentle colours remind me of sugared almonds at my grandma’s house!
Although it was quite cold working outside in the wind, the results later in the spring will make up for it. I also repotted some other plants to give them a new lease of life. Much more work to be done over the next few weeks …
The welcome sight of a blackcap visiting the garden.
I love the layers of this landscape: the way it repays closer scrutiny. The shadows, the tree, the puddles. The road; the obvious. Moving out into the open. The new fence and the older gateposts. Then, the abandoned gatepost in the field to the left. Memories, in the land, of older boundaries and routes. Dark, the dotted line of the molehills, mapping a subterranean system older than the farmland above it.
Fading, changing, working. In the far distance, the cold aloofness of the hills.
When February hangs around too long, you need these.
Well, I do anyway. Everything seems grey, brown or green at the moment. Green is gorgeous, of course, but I’m longing for rich, intense colours. Jewelled, stained glass colours. The colours of boiled sweets in a tall glass jar.
Anyway, saw these yesterday and thought they would provide a temporary solution.
By the way, I quite like February.
Definitely a feel of spring about the place today. And about time too!
Snowdrops abound; a suspicion of daffodil buds. Two or three pale crocuses have opened today, lonely and straggly in their oversized planters. (Where are the others?)
I’ve planted out some more red tulips, which were a most welcome gift. A lot to look forward to there …
Tiny shifts, tiny events everywhere, from the unidentified and intriguing (dark red shoots emerging in unmarked pots) to surprise discoveries (shy, white blooms of forgotten winter-flowering honeysuckle). And last year’s biggest rescue mission: white narcissus bulbs, found in a terrible, neglected state and given an emergency home in a huge plastic box. Too close together, too many in the box, but still alive and raring to go, by the looks of it. Let’s wait and see.
Return of the primrose.
What are they?
Discovered this morning.
Hardy geranium returning.
Grape hyacinth bud.
More Peak District beauty.