The weather remains unseasonably mild.
The midpoint of December has come and gone, while we’ve only seen one or two light frosts so far. The morning mists clinging to the valleys are more redolent of autumn than winter, although I’m not complaining: I’m quite certain that there will be a long cold snap yet, and I’m more than happy for it to wait a little longer.
In the meantime, a clutch of snapdragons have popped into flower to join the late show of the borders.
Among the bulbs I planted last autumn were just over a dozen corms of Anemone coronaria ‘Mount Everest’, whose ferny green foliage was graced with lovely white ballgown-flowers in April. It was rather a surprise, then, when a new flush of buds appeared in November from the fresh greenery, several of which have now unfurled again into dainty white cups, with more buds still to follow.
Their petals are slightly burned at the edges by the winds that rattle through, and their heads hang heavy in the morning dew, but as the sun climbs its gentle winter path, they raise their faces bravely once more.
I wonder whether they think it is spring – or perhaps their early show was the out-of-time one, forced by autumn planting, and they have now settled to a more regular winter show? Information on their flowering time seems to vary wildly from source to source, and in truth it is almost unnecessary. They are flowering now, and quite beautifully too, and that is surely the most important point.