There’s not as much going on in the office as I would like, but I have been busy elsewhere. I usually sow some seeds every Spring, with varying degrees of success but this year I must have been blessed!
These sweet peas seem a little reluctant to climb up the poles, I expect they will get the hang of it eventually. Excuse the weeds that are trying to climb into the pot!
I have lost track of how many times I have tried to grow sunflowers. Big ones, short ones, every colour available, but no good. This year I am trying short bushy ones, and so far, so good!
Dahlias are another favourite flower and almost managed to reach the flowering stage last year. Determined as ever, I tried again this year, only to have the seed trays ravaged by the local birds. I am left with six plants…
These tomato plants are from my local Tesco. I bought them to get a head start over my tiny seedlings, but they don’t want to grow either, still too cold, I expect.
These were ravaged by the birds too, and these were all I could salvage
I love sea holly with its blue metallic leaves, and bought these plugs from a well-known nursery, but when do they get blue? Or have they sent the wrong thing?
These azaleas were from old seeds I found in the shed. I never expected them to germinate! I wonder what colour they will be?
I snuck this sapling onto the list, as I am rather proud of it. A three-year-old willow cutting, on its way to being a bonsai…
A thought has just occurred to me. I am going to need some larger pots and mounds of soil if they all make it! I also wish it was as easy to grow a book…
When someone suggested that I take a look at my own garden to see if I could find six signs of life, I hesitated. Surely it was still too early? I have been so busy trying to avoid all the recent misery and depression, I had assumed that the rest of the world was doing the same.
At first, I resisted the urge to step outside and head for the garden, but gradually, curiosity took over and I had to have a look. Right outside my front door, I spotted the small green spikes of the dwarf daffodils, bravely pushing their way through the dark purple leaves of the bugle.
Beginning to feel a little more optimistic, I walked to the bottom of the garden where one of my favourite plants lives. A purple rhododendron, probably older than I am judging by the ancient branches, was sprouting big fat flower buds. Another welcome sign of Spring!
Looking around, everything else looked dormant, and then I remembered the evergreen heather. Tucked away in one of the flower beds, hiding under the wisteria, it always seemed to be in flower. I hurried over to the spot, expecting to be disappointed only to be greeted by the usual display of the tiny lavender flowers. I was smiling now…
As I turned around not expecting to find anything else to smile at, I almost walked right the camelia. This has never managed to thrive but always flowers well with pale butter-yellow flowers. Suddenly, I couldn’t wait for the weather to warm up!
That was four signs of Spring, but I needed two more.
As I passed the shelves of sleeping bonsai, my ancient azalea almost waved at me. I stood and stared at it in astonishment. This plant has never bloomed at this time of year before, always preferring the run-up to Christmas. This is a very special double white azalea, donated to me years ago in a very bad condition, and I could definitely see the white flower buds. Spring or Christmas, this would be a wonderful welcome!
I still needed one more, and I racked my brains to think where any new growth could be hiding but came up empty. As I pondered, my gaze found my baby pine seedlings. Technically they are not brand new growth, having sprouted late last year but they have survived the frost and the bitter cold, so could I stretch a point and add them to the list?
I walked back indoors in a much better mood than before, and promptly turned my office into a battleground, achieving more progress in an hour than had been done in the last few weeks.
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I am instantly reminded Of Monet’s Garden A dream like painting The alley has the same appeal Who knew a seventy-five-year-old Would approve of graffiti? To walk through this alley Would be like walking through many minds at the same time What story would they leave in my grey matter?