In January, I wrote about some forgotten hyacinth bulbs, rescued from a dark outhouse.
Now they’re lighting up the garden!
Dandelions. No garden is complete without one!
Why do we spend so much time and effort trying to banish them from our gardens when they look as beautiful as this? Probably because they’re tough. Survivors.
And we know they’ll be back…
Some images of a green and slightly hazy Chatsworth Park.
I’ve seen very few goldfinches in the garden; even then, they didn’t stick around for long. Just occasionally I’d hear an unfamiliar song, then look up and notice one on a chimney stack, or catch a brief flash of red and yellow as a pair took off from their precarious perch on last year’s Rudbeckias. In fact, I’ve never seen many of them, although I remember seeing a group (or charm) feasting on some thistle seeds by the dusty road I lived on when I was a child.
Last year, I bought a packet of Nyjer (Guizotia abyssinica) seed and a special bird feeder, hoping to attract some of these attractive little birds. Nothing happened. A couple of investigative visits from long-tailed tits, but they didn’t seem to find it very inspiring. This spring, though, two goldfinches started visiting regularly, always after I left for work, of course! But this morning I managed to take a quick shot of them (through the window, so not top quality).
With luck, they will become regular visitors, and possibly even nest nearby.
Salvaged from a supermarket. They’d been kept out of water and seemed likely to wither before the flowers had even opened. I thought the least I could do would be to record their evanescent beauty in a photograph or two. Or attempt to, anyway.
We didn’t grow tulips at home when I was a child. They didn’t last long enough; the petals fell off, disappointingly; cool, elegant flowers which were never granted enough time. Now I can see that their transience is part of their wonder.
They’re gone already. Here they were:
Hands unfurling, measuring Spring, claiming the air.
Further reports to follow.