I learnt today that the Swiss name for snowdrops is Amselblumli, the blackbird flower because they appear as the blackbirds begin to sing again in late winter.
The snowdrops were sooooo welcome this year, little dots of gleaming white amongst the mud and leaves. Mine were actually ok this year - lots are sheltered under trees and surprising positions under trees where they just decided to grow. But the crocuses - they turned to mush instantly, despite their daily ‘tickling’ from me to shake off the raindrops. To no avail: the water weighed down their flowerheads and pushed them into the soil, where they lay, fading, turning into wet tracing paper, and eventually a slimy memory of what they’d been. It happened so quickly too.
My village has had so many snowdrops this year, many more then I remember seeing before. If it's not too late I hope I can start to distribute the ones in my garden as we had so many it would be beautiful to see them grow in abundance next year.
I have just planted some more Hellebores too, they line the inside of my Hawthorne hedge which being bare at this time of year can be seen from the street side and look quite fabulous. I have planted some light pink ones amongst the white ones, I have been told the dominant strain takes hold and they all become the same colour so it'll be interesting to see them flower again next year also.
How lovely. I do like a nicely cared for garden. Our snowdrops have already gone. The upside is the wild daffodils are blooming and have spread out of the woods and across Daisy Meadow, one of our mini meadows.
Thanks, Arthur. Great story telling. You made my day. I enjoy reading you while you strenghten your style. On the italian side of the Alps we, the blumli and the birds are under a heavy "colpo di coda dell' inverno", litterally a lash from the tail of Winter.
The snowdrops were sooooo welcome this year, little dots of gleaming white amongst the mud and leaves. Mine were actually ok this year - lots are sheltered under trees and surprising positions under trees where they just decided to grow. But the crocuses - they turned to mush instantly, despite their daily ‘tickling’ from me to shake off the raindrops. To no avail: the water weighed down their flowerheads and pushed them into the soil, where they lay, fading, turning into wet tracing paper, and eventually a slimy memory of what they’d been. It happened so quickly too.
Until we can eat snowdrops my interest will always be impaired BUT they were so especially very welcome this year after such a grey wet winter
My village has had so many snowdrops this year, many more then I remember seeing before. If it's not too late I hope I can start to distribute the ones in my garden as we had so many it would be beautiful to see them grow in abundance next year.
I have just planted some more Hellebores too, they line the inside of my Hawthorne hedge which being bare at this time of year can be seen from the street side and look quite fabulous. I have planted some light pink ones amongst the white ones, I have been told the dominant strain takes hold and they all become the same colour so it'll be interesting to see them flower again next year also.
How lovely. I do like a nicely cared for garden. Our snowdrops have already gone. The upside is the wild daffodils are blooming and have spread out of the woods and across Daisy Meadow, one of our mini meadows.
Thanks, Arthur. Great story telling. You made my day. I enjoy reading you while you strenghten your style. On the italian side of the Alps we, the blumli and the birds are under a heavy "colpo di coda dell' inverno", litterally a lash from the tail of Winter.