Taking a short walk every morning. Keeping to our local quiet streets to minimise the chance of seeing other people.
These are some of the flowers and trees I saw today.
Snowdrops. About two weeks ago. They’re not from my garden, though some are growing there, in what has become a muddy and cluttered environment.
They bring hope.
It’s been a dark winter, and there’s still a while to go until spring. But these snowdrops could be the first sign.
With a picture of some bulbs sprouting up in the garden. And a couple of snaps of life returning. A new start.
These flowers are still going strong. They’re definitely in my garden plan for next year. So much colour for so long!
Begonia semperflorens. First on my list.
A very relaxed-looking frog in the garden today.
Its two friends disappeared while I went to look for my phone. But they’re there somewhere, under the surface…
Well, the only iris in my garden, anyway. One of a handful of plants bought a few years ago, and which have never flowered. Until now. Most disappeared without trace; this one survived though, in a dark, shaded corner, and graced us with its long-bladed leaves. It added green structure, but no flowers arrived.
I was hanging some washing on the line when I noticed it. The dark purple buds had been there for some time, but I was unprepared for the silent presence of the flower and it caught me by surprise. Those blowsy sail-like petals; that rich, deep colour. What is it? Burgundy? Plum? Garnet? It depends on the light and photographs don’t quite do it justice.
The flower at the top is now starting to fade away, but there are, fortunately, some more buds left. The mystery of the moment, though, is what (or more ominously who) has removed one of the buds, snapping or biting it off cleanly, just as if it had been snipped with scissors. What would Agatha Christie have made of it?