Let's start
somewhere. Crocuses are winter flowers. We want to see them in early
sick-of-winter March, if not February. You don't see them if the snow cover is heavy.
If it's light, or just a dusting, they pop right up through it. We had one of
those semi-serious March snows a few weeks ago. It was melting away by sundown
on the same day it fell. The next day one final crocus emerged, so I took its
photo and put it here.
The flowers
of the vinca minor (right) love the first sunny days of March. They're not put off by a
lot of dead leaves, broken stems, fallen branches twigs, acorns, the predations
of squirrels. In some woodland areas they'll carpet the forest floor, thick as
a medieval tapestry with an elaborate pattern. They're an allegory for growth,
persistence, annual renewal.
A daffodil or
two arrives in the herb garden, stealing a march on the edibles. I don't
remember putting it there. Someone should interview the squirrels.
The
columbine. Again, an early bloomer. I'm happy to see its leaves looking so vibrant. I'll try to remember to cut down everything around it for a month or two
to give this plant enough light to shine in early May when its wild-woodsy
blossoms show and grow.
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