It's hard to believe it's March 7th. Normally there would be helleborus blooming and budded daffodils. I do have a few bulbs in flower and a week from today I'm hoping will feel like a month has passed. Of course the snowdrops are lifting their cheery little heads, despite the repeated snows.
The winter aconite is just as tough and has been blooming for weeks, every time the snow melted, their bright yellow flowers would smile in gratitude.
About 30 years ago I had some lovely gardens in the yard where it's now lawn. The gardens have been gone for a very long time, perennials dug and moved, but the little tommasinianus crocus continue to emerge, despite mowing. At this point they have cross pollinated and I'm left with yellow, purple and bicolors of the two. They are extraordinary in that the squirrels have not killed them and they even survive the rabbits.
In the gardening world they are affectionately called little tommys and hearken back to a day before hybridization and those super, duper mammoth flowering crocus.
The helleborus are poised to bloom and I'm sure the first will open next week.
The most remarkable thing is how well my miniature gardens have done. The snow was good to them and I can't wait till it's gone.
Mr. Skeley is tired of being chilled to the bone.
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