Spring Border
The garden is still hesitating, the larger flowers haven’t sprung yet but the tiny ones coverthe flower beds with a cheerful patchwork of mostly blue blossoms. The violets are beside themselves, they spread since last year and cover all the shaded borders with delicately painted flowers and heart shaped leaves. The grape hyacinths create compact masses of delft blue.
There are some giant alliums that I planted a long time ago and I’m looking forward to every spring. They never disappoint, with their round inflorescences eight inches across, deep violet and long lasting. Spreading vigorously between larger plantings the bugleweed sprouts dusty blue spears and blue-eyed Mary softens the contours around the feet of the crab apple tree.
Many hyacinths bloomed, most of them dark blue, the more fragrant ones, but the daffodils just started, dangling half opened blossoms over the compact masses of real forget-me-nots.
The lilacs are ready to burst open and this year my long suffering patience has been rewarded with blossoms on the French lilac which is supposed to be exceptionally fragrant. I mentioned many times that gardening is an art of waiting and I had to wait eight years for this one.
I would cherish the cool blue hues of this year’s spring (every year a color dominates no matter what I plant, for instance last year was a yellow one), if the temperature wasn’t still bone chilling so late in the spring.
I walked back inside past the periwinkle, startling a blue jay, a quite unusual visitor, on the way. Still too cold to enjoy the outdoors.