I have had some signs of our very early spring. Piles of snow in April. Hellebores encased in ice. Yews whose foliage is bright orange from exposure to cold, wind and salt. White leaved tips on boxwood tell the same tale. Broken and smashed boxwood-those people plowing snow for days and months on end hardly knew where to start or end their efforts. Every rhododendron I have seen has damage of one sort or another. But there are some signs of spring that are as right as rain.
I had no idea what my crocus would do, considering the length and the severity of our winter. Would they come up in March, sense the three feet of snow overhead, and give up? Would they bloom late, pout about a season that did not favor them, and peter out overnight? Would they stay put below ground, in anticipation of a better spring next year?
My worries were unfounded. Lots of my worries about the garden have much more to do with me, than how nature responds to challenging conditions. This early spring has made clear that the smartest move I could make as a gardener is to carefully observe natural phenomena. And take comfort in the fact that nature is eminently able to handle trouble. I may have been laid low by this winter, but today I have crocus in bloom better than I have ever had them. When I got home from work tonight, I was astonished. My field of crocus-a sure sign of spring.
The crocus are very low to the ground. I would recommend that you take the effort to get down and take a few moments to appreciate them. I am making a very special effort, as they are the first sign of spring in my garden. These Pickwick crocus are gorgeous today.
The life of the gardener is not convenient, predictable, or easy. That said, I would say that every plant in my garden has had a hell of a winter. Their troubles are much more trying than mine. Any plant that managed to survive the winter we have just lived through deserves my recognition.
The crocus blooming is a sure sign of spring. These tiny plants blooming big bring me a substantial sigh of relief. The coming of the crocus in my zone means that spring cannot be far behind. So incredibly beautiful, the crocus in early spring. Every gardener that I know appreciates the little treasures. They have a sure idea about what constitutes a big treasure. The big treasure are those small moments. Gardeners one and all, I am happy to know you. Having a crocus moment? Write me. Thanks, Deborah