2014 is turning out to be such a contrast to 2013. Last year, it was March before I saw the crocuses coming up in the garden – in fact, it was one of the first entries on my nice new blog last year. I stepped out the door though this morning to be greeted by this early bird:
I’d say in a couple of weeks or so the garden will be full of these. These are really early crocuses (Crocus tomassinianus, if you want its Sunday name!) and are a fantastic crocus to grow as they seed themselves. I bought a pack of ten a few years ago and we now have literally hundreds all over the front garden. They are also much earlier to flower than the big Dutch hybrids (the fat,velvety ones in deep purple, yellow and with stripes that you see all over parks), and I love them for the fact that, as is the case in my garden this year, they’re often out before the snowdrops.
The other bulbs (daffodils, grape hyacinths, irises and chionodoxas) are also progressing well:
There’s something about bulbs that makes me so happy. I think it’s the fact that they reliably appear when everything around them seems dead and grey, a real, tangible reminder that the year is on the turn and warmer days are coming. The sun is setting slightly later now and I notice that from tomorrow, where I live, it’ll be around until 16.31. That’s nearly a full 45 mins more of daylight since Christmas. I also can’t wait for a bit of dryer weather: we’ve been incredibly lucky here compared to many parts of the UK that have had such awful flooding, but everywhere is still dank and muddy, and a couple of weeks of dry weather would be a real delight. I’ll keep hoping…but the bulbs are a sign that good things are getting nearer.