Spring is definitely here as far as I’m concerned! I mean, in a botanical and meteorological sense, even if not officially by the calendar. The sky is blue, the trees are budding, the birds are singing.
It seems I was too pessimistic too soon about the snowdrops… here is a picture of what they eventually looked like when they did come out. Aren’t they glorious! Not quite as majestically prolific and widespread as Left Neighbour’s, but much better than I thought they were going to be.
On the other hand, my crocuses have been most disappointing. I was greatly surprised when walking about the glorious, springy green meadows of Edinburgh to see that Edinburgh Council’s crocuses were out. The reason I was surprised was because my own crocuses still look like small shoots of grass. One or two have feeble, almost diseased-looking yellowish flowers, and not a pretty pale or delicious custard or vibrant taxi yellow either, but the yellow of ageing paper in a dusty attic.
I don’t know what special touch EC have applied to theirs, but the edges of the meadows are awash with great thick swathes of the most healthy, gay, preposterously, obscenely tumescent purple, yellow and white crocuses you have ever seen. In some parts you can’t even see grass among the great blocks of colour. My mother says that sunshine is the key, and I’d agree with her but for one factor, that my back garden is south facing and gets plenty of sun, and what’s more, there are flowering crocuses across the grass of the backgreen by a wall that shades them from most of the sun. So I reckon it was just a bad batch, or else I planted them to the wrong depth. If we are still living here next spring then we’ll be able to see if more time to settle in a bit more, talk through their problems, that kind of thing, puts them more in a flowering mood.
On a more positive note, look what my mother gave me for my birthday:
Did you know that it is bad luck to buy rosemary? So now I shan’t have to. I’ve wanted a rosemary plant for ages, as it is so perfect for salads, roasting and foccaccia. Rosemary is a Mediterranean plant and likes lots of sunlight, again not something my garden can provide much of all year round, but it is also quite hardy so I am hoping it survives any late frosts we have. Speaking of which, I have no idea how late a late frost can be in Edinburgh. Perhaps something I will learn this spring, especially if it catches my potatoes out when I plant them later on.