For March the fourth, we had a snow storm. A fleeting, in the night, soon to melt, snow. The only flowers for early March paid it no mind. They like that sort of stuff.
In the two weeks that have passed, lots has happened, especially if the gardener is growing helleborus, crocus, daffodils, or witch hazels. For myself, it's a time of nervous energy. Shouldn't I be doing something? That sort of stop, start, mind angst. I love the garden and all that is happening, but I also love the laid back days of winter.
This helleborus has been with me for at least 15 years, a hybrid named 'Quilty', it was one of the earlier hybrids with the ability to hold its head upright. From Graham Birken of England, hand delivered and sold at Windy Hill Plant Farm, my nursery from so long ago.
With it my beloved (is that too strong a word for a plant?) Corydalis solida 'George Baker'. I swear that I was sure it was lost. Everyday I checked the area it grew in, only to dismiss it as gone, dead. Then a single pink flower waves up and says no, not so fast.
Part of the gardener's angst is the knowing that soon there will be little time for other things. Families of gardeners understand that. My children grew up in a nursery and they had to give things up, like baseball, no way. My daughter was married in August, not April or October! And this weekend was spent with both of my children and grandchildren with one granddog. Perfect timing. Sure work is calling, but its a bit chilly and drizzly,thank goodness is what my mind keeps thinking. No need to feel too guilty, right?
I mean look at this face.
And these faces.
There's a chill in the air and "Mack Dog" hates to get chilled. He stayed in with me and the youngest grandchild while most of the adults went off to fish.
April will be here soon.