A sunny day pulled me into the garden this weekend, though the day was cold and the icy wind unrelenting. Still, the sun felt warm upon my back as I worked, lighting up emerging shoots and buds, drawing open a second slender Crocus tommasinianus that has sprung unbidden from the crown of another plant.
A welcome surprise, which is to be transplanted to the front of the border once it has finished flowering, along with its sibling which appeared a few weeks earlier in the opposite border, tucked up beside a sleeping corm of Crocosmia Lucifer.
This was not the only surprise which greeted me in the garden this weekend; I had almost missed the first dark gold and bronze buds of Crocus chrysanthus ‘Zwanenburg Bronze’ as they pushed up this week, opening with a flourish beneath the sun’s caress to reveal their golden petals, beautifully striped with dark bronze.
These AGM holders were an impulse buy late in the autumn; already I am swooning over their bright golden flowers, with such beautiful dark markings on the outer petals. It is fascinating to me how flowers that glow so vividly in the sun draw their petals close each evening such that these dark stripes cloak their splendour, the flowers seeming to fade into the dull earth, their light extinguished until the sun coaxes them out again the following day.
There is so much magic to be found in the garden as spring advances.