The snow has melted. Colour has replaced the monochrome scene. These are the Hellebores that have survived the weather in my garden.
Hellebore Harvington double
Hellebore hybrid from Barnhaven Primroses classified as ‘open pollinated’ Hellebores. It is rather a pot luck way to purchase Hellebores but this one is a new favourite. I especially like the colour.
Hellebore orientalis (Gwladys)
Finally this newly transferred, highly freckled one is from Gwladys Tonge’s garden, identity unknown but forever called Gwladys in my garden.
This is Hellebore season and social media is full of yummy pictures of them. If you need another fix take at look Cathy on her March post as she has joined Chloris with her monthly post to review what is looking good in the month. So many lovely plants.
Have a good day. D.
Three little daffodils, not in a row, all that I could spare.
There are two of the charming Tête-à-tête daffodils. I love their robust nature, hidden under snow yesterday they have already bounced back with that eminent cheerful colour that daffodils supply. They are joined with this punk version.
This is from a batch I planted the year before last and I thought I could not remember what it was called.
Less Rip-van-winkle, more Rip-vonshredded. Anyway I shall refer to him as Sid.
Please pop over to Cathyand take a look at what else has been rescued from the weather for today’s vases.
A brown little medical bottle serves as the vase. Think Sid would approve. D.
The National Garden Scheme have announced that in 2017 they raised a record £3.1million for charity. Crikey. 💛
Beneficiaries include Macmillan Cancer Support, Marie Curie, Hospice UK, Carer’s Trust, Queens Nursing Institution, Parkinson’s UK, Perennial and MS society.
As someone who is opening her garden for the first time I feel proud to be part of this extraordinarily brilliant fund raiser.
By heck £3.1million that’s a lot of people looking at gardens, quaffing coffee and cake.
I hope any local readers will join me on August 12th. Those of you who are further afield, do try to visit at least one garden in your local area.
Look for the Yellow Book. D.
Many more years than I care to calculate, I lived in Surbiton. There was a chap outside the station with a flower stall catching those commuters who needed to buy a bunch of flowers on their way home. There are many reasons why people buy flowers, good and bad, and with my companion we used to like to speculate who was buying and why. My abiding memory of the stall was less about the flowers, more about the banter. His catch phrase was bellowed in unsuspecting commuters ears “all buds, no duds.” This amused me but then perhaps I am easily amused.
So sharing my vase with you today as part of Cathy and her meme, the Surbiton florist came to mind.
Lots of buds yet to open on this Tête-à-tête arrangement of bulbs. I love the simplicity of the container, these tiny little flowers need no adornment. Thanks daughter Dorris. 💛
On my desk, another bud, this time a fattening camellia bud, cut from the garden.
This was tightly shut last week when I cut it. Slowly the warmth of the house has encouraged the bud to swell. I hope that it will eventually open to reveal its surprise: this pink bud will be a predominately white double flower.
Hopefully this won’t be a dud rather a fully functioning bud.
Have a good week. Thank you for reading. D.
Spring flowers are some of the most delightful, don’t you think? Perhaps it is because they signal better weather, and longer daylight hours. They show us that Winter is finally weakening its grip.
It is so much warmer here than of late, there are lambs appearing in the fields, lambs and daffodils. Bright and brassy yellow daffodils. These are Tête-à-tête the little short ones which, in some ways, I prefer as they tend not to get broken by the vagaries of the weather.
Tough-little-cookies could have been an alternative suitable name. A Saturday smile for you. D.
Ding dong the snow has gone and Monday started out with so much promise, mild and bright. Alas the rain came later and my garden which was already resembling swill is now ankle-deep in water in places. Trying not to dwell on the damage that this will be doing to some plants, I have collected a rare few flowers to show you and readers of Cathys blog today. Do try to pop over to see her lovely blog, you will be amazed with what you see in some other vases.
Less ‘in a vase’, rather more ‘set out to dry’.
Crocus, Prins Claus
Viburnum bodnantense Dawn
The forecast for the next few days, in my neck of the woods at least, is for rain and highs of 8 or 9 degrees, positively balmy after the last few days. Hoping you have a good week. D.
The snow is the dominant topic of conversation, how could it not be, after all, we are in the grip of the so called ‘Beast from the East’ and ‘Storm Emma’. I have no idea why weather is in need of a moniker, it’s just weather after all.
Yet this weather has been severe and disruptive and for some life threatening and frightening. Here we have got off lightly: it has been bitterly cold with just some snow.
The lane is peaceful save for the creaking sound of snow underfoot.
The willow fencing is dusted with snow and the detail is somewhat more noticeable.
The fire is lit.
A quiet Saturday. I intend to enjoy it before the dirty great slush begins. Now where’s my coat, I had better take the dog out. D.
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