Once again it is Garden Bloggers Bloom Day, hosted by Carol at May Dreams Gardens. There are lots of people participating, it is worthwhile to travel over to her post and follow links to gardeners all over the world, sharing what is going on in their gardens on the 15th of every month.
I can’t help but think of the wonderful tune from Gilbert and Sullivan’s operetta, “The Mikado:”
The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la,
Bring promise of merry sunshine,
As we merrily dance and we sing, tra la,
We welcome the hope that they bring, tra la,
Of a summer of roses and wine.
And that’s what we mean when we say that a thing,
Is welcome as flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la la la. . .
Well, we’ve got lots of merrily dancing and singing birds out there, who are convinced it is definitely spring, things should get on the ball (so to speak) so that the next generation will hit the ground running. Or something like that. Anyway, the robins and cardinals are busy staking out their territories, the red bellied woodpecker has quietly gone about arranging a nice nest for his girlfriend, and the downy woodpecker is eyeing a hole nearby. Needless to say, there are lots of other birds around too. But this is Bloom Day, so I must get on with it.
The front garden is full of spring. The crocuses are out, as they have been for the last month. Here are a few that weren’t open a week ago. Technically they are not very open today either, since it is gloomy and cool today. It has been damp and cool for a week now; the crocuses are doing their “in stasis” thing waiting for nicer weather.
Meanwhile, the daffodils are gearing up. The only ones that are open are the tiny “Jack Snipes” by the door, but across the path from them are a few of the taller ones just almost open.
I thought about cropping that shot, but it indicates some other things that are going on. At the left you can see the thready growth of the spiderwort which is busy trying to take over that section of the garden. Behind are the irises starting to get going.
Just in front of the daffodils is a clump of chionodoxa. Why this pink just WILL NOT come out in photography is beyond me.
In the vineyard we are seeing the promise of a summer of wine.
Yes, that is bud break occurring right before your very eyes. Jim is busy pruning the vineyard as I write this post. We will be having the early spring bonfire of the grape prunings, probably tonight. I’m looking forward to it.
Around the corner past the sauna garden, where the sedums and day lilies and yarrow are leafing out, the forsythia by the pond is all set to break into bloom.
The yellowish haze it is wearing is all the blossom buds just waiting for the temperature to go up a few degrees. By tomorrow or the next day, that bush will be spectacular. The truly amazing thing about it is the way a bright red cardinal can hide himself amongst the yellow flowers. Camouflage can be a mysterious thing, how it works.
Turn around and check out the vegetable garden. Look, that pea is sprouting, you can just make out the root starting.
Yeah, yeah, I know. It isn’t deep enough. It is my experience that peas float. You can’t see this one any more, I put dirt on top of it. In a couple of days we’ll be able to see it again, though. Tiny little green leaves pushing through, promising sweet deliciousness in a few weeks. Yum yum.
This is not sweet deliciousness, this is bitter deliciousness. The radicchio wintered over and has begun sprouting again.
Get a load of the garlic patch! I had 100% survival during the winter.
How about the asparagus?
What!? You can’t see any asparagus? Well, use your imagination like I did! It’s under there, I promise. Still just a little early for it. I planted spinach down the middle of the bed, the two vegetables coexist peacefully, and in fact the asparagus gives the spinach shade during the early summer and prolongs its production considerably. You do have to brave the forest to get to the spinach, though. And the bees.
In the cold frames, things are convinced it is early summer. We are still picking salads from here. But the arugula and the Siamese Dragon stir fry mix have bolted.
That’s okay. The pollinators enjoy the flowers, and I like to put them in salads for a touch of merriness and color.
I’m getting a little chilly out here, so I’m heading towards the house. The kitchen herb garden is looking special today. Of course there are crocuses even though they aren’t strictly herbs, or even edible. They find their way into every garden eventually.
Note, however, that at their base the tarragon is sprouting. Right next to this is a group of hyacinths.
Down at the corner of the house, the sedum beds are going great guns. The candy tuft along the rocks has buds, and the hen and chicks are dancing their spring fling.
Across the path from there back in the Hosta Dell, the pulmonaria is blooming.
Aren’t they lovely? Proceeding north on the path, I come around the corner of the stroll and discover the day lily bed is just full of shoots. The rugosa rose there has leaf buds all over it too.
On that fence back there, the clematis vines are budding.
Okay, I’m just pretending that what I really wanted was a detailed image of the wood grain on that fence. A true professional would go out there and take pictures until they got it right, including adding whatever other flowers, vines or leaves they thought was appropriate . That is what raises them to the level of artistry they achieve, going past most of us “documentary” shooters. You are just going to have to make do with what I got, I have a lot to do. This shot tells the story:
Yes sirree, that is henbit, firmly ensconced at the base of the above clematis. And look at that! It is blooming. Makes me think of KoKo’s response to Nanki-poo’s opening gambit quoted above.
“The flowers that bloom in the spring, tra la,
have nothing to do with the case.
I’ve got to take under my wing, tra la,
a most unattractive old thing, tra la, with a caricature of a face.
And that’s what I mean when I say or I sing,
Oh Bother the Flowers that Bloom in the spring, Tra la la la. . .”
Okay, I can’t end on such a jaundiced note. The hellebores have begun blooming, nodding modestly along the north side of the house.
Sharing the same bed are my bleeding hearts. They were invisible yesterday, and today just look what is going on.
These are worthy of a macro shot, I do believe. I love how they are clasping the jewels of raindrops to their bosoms.
That about wraps up the news from around The Havens. Glad you stopped by, you are welcome as the flowers that bloom in the spring.
Tra la la la laa, tra la la la laaaaa, Tra la la la la la!