The fourth week of February is a significant week because this is the week I plan to sow some seeds. Surely if I write this down I will do it? The sap may be rising in the garden but my mojo is lagging behind. I have had enough of howling winds and constant rain. I have some gardening to be done as well as seeds to sow. There was some encouragement from the walk round today. I can see the geraniums beginning to break through again, the camassias planted last year are coming along and I noticed the cowslips are in bud. Last week’s primroses, pulmonarias and crocuses are still looking good and the hellebores continue to shine. Here’s this week’s six.
Not one of my favourites but it a good indicator of the change of season. That stalwart of front gardens, the forsythia has broken into flower.
I’ve added a number of hellebore niger to the garden this year and they have just got their flower heads up off the ground. I have some lovely soft pink hellebores but these white ones can be seen from the windows, shining beacons of light in the eternal rain.
The annual splurge of euphorbia characias wulfenii is well under way. Look carefully and you will see the ailing specimen of the four I have. The regular downpours are not helping it in anyway and are completely destroying my artful symmetry.
The clematis armandii continues to pump out the flower buds and soon there will be flowers. I’m looking forward to those.
I am training rosa Madame Alfred Carriere along the back fence and it was good to see these side shoots appearing this week. More promise of things to come.
I’ve been lucky not to have suffered any real damage from the winds. No shed roof blown off, no broken windows in the greenhouse. The fir tree in the front garden has stood firm, only shedding a great quantity of cones and one or two twiggy bits which has given the otherwise grey space a certain rustic woodland charm.
The Phillip Larkin poem ‘Coming’ has been on my mind this week, so I will leave you with these thoughts:
A thrush sings, Laurel-surrounded In the deep bare garden, Its fresh-peeled voice Astonishing the brickwork. It will be spring soon, It will be spring soon –
Time to get the Fish, Bone and Blood sprinkled around and don’t forget to check in with Mr P for more signs of spring and if you get the chance, enjoy your gardening.