If New Mexico is the “Land of Enchantment,” then, today, my garden became the “Land of Surprises.”
This is what greeted me this afternoon after a long morning’s work clearing out the winter weeds in the vegetable garden. It was so cheerful, so bright that I nearly plunked myself down in the grass to observe it all day.
Purple so dark that this sweet, little crocus was named ‘Negro Boy’ a very long time ago (1910). Despite the rather demeaning name, this beauty is still worthy of planting. I got my bulbs at Old House Gardens. They were pricey, but now that they’ve bloomed, they are priceless, and I have many more waiting in the wings.
With two 80F plus degree days, everything around the garden began to open. The weather was glorious. Sunny. Little wind. It was a perfect day to garden. I worked so hard that I was nearly exhausted by noon.
So, I came inside, drank a large glass of Yorkshire Gold iced tea (in my opinion, the best tea on the planet), had lunch, and wrote a post for Examiner about Louise Riotte’s fine books on companion planting. This evening, when the light was better, I went outdoors. A gentle breeze fluttered around me, and the temperatures felt cooler. While HH sat on the retaining wall and told me about his day, I tip-toed through the tulips (in order not to step on them). Then, propped up on my elbow, I lay on my side in the mulch to capture the blooms.
How could anyone be happier? To get to see these first flowers so closely is a minor miracle.
There was a time when I didn’t stop to look. What if I were now unable to see?
During the front garden renovation, so much was moved that I’m not sure which Narcissus the ones above are. However, more like them are popping up all over the front gardens. They seem a little weak from their move. They hang their heavy heads like tired, little children too late to bed.
I’m also unsure about this pink flower below, and I’d be grateful to anyone who knows its name. After looking at the blog Outside Clyde, I found that this is Chionodoxa. Thanks Christopher C. It is nearly open and when it blooms, it looks like a pink Scilla. I’ve had them for years.
These little Narcissus grow in the garden which faces the street. They are usually the first ones up, but this year, they were beat by the Narcissus above. I think it’s because the heavy mulch made all the bulbs in the front garden toasty warm. The ones out by the street must fend for themselves because this is the last bed I get to every year.
This is just a small sampling of the what is springing up around Rosehaven. What’s happening in your neck of the woods?