After a week away for work, it was a pleasure to return home and explore the changes in the garden this weekend.
The Rijnveld’s Early Sensation daffodils had unfurled further while I was away, to blaze in the bursts of sunshine that have punctuated the showers over the past couple of days.
The first slender mauve Crocus tommasinianus, that I hope will in time colonise the back garden, is also in evidence; while an unexpected tawny-striped bud on one of the Crocus chrysanthus ‘Zwanenburg Bronze’ stopped me in my tracks in the front garden today.
The first hellebore flowers are opening in pale pink; snowdrops live up to their name, drops of white on stocky stems appearing along the borders yet to open; and when the wind is not raging, I catch the sweet scent of the flowers on the winter honeysuckle.
Subtle changes, but welcome. Something that I love about this time of year is that alongside the anticipation of watching as new shoots push up and buds unfurl, there is plenty of time to take in each small event as the garden begins to fidget and awaken. While parts of the UK remain beneath floodwater, and even our hilltop is saturated, it is a small marvel to me that spring seems to be marching in regardless.