Signs of Spring

I was delighted to see my first snowdrop under the garden hedge today and looks like many more will be opening soon. Especially pleased as I was very late planting them.

 

hiya jjordie, i have also noticed early signs of spring, my Crocus and daffs are starting to show, also the blue tits are flitting around the nest boxes, lets hope they, (and we) don't get caught out with an early February snowfall.

 

Took this about half an hour ago.

 

That is really lovely Palustris - outshines my one little snowdrop.

 

Lovely Palustris - I like Jjordie have only a couple out - but they are growing fast as are my winter aconite.

 

Almost there! And the daffs are peeking through too.


Love that winter Aconite of yours Fran

 

Came across at least half a dozen active ladybirds in the garden today, and I was "buzzed" by a bumblebee.

 

Fran, if you want more aconites, when they have finished flowering keep a careful watch on the seed pods. As soon as they begin to crack, even if the seeds still look a bit green, collect and sow immediately.

 

Thanks Palustris - hadn't tried to propogate them before - didn't realise they could be. But they are so welcome following your trip - I will give it a try. Thanks for the advise.

 

Yeah we've seen ladybirds too, by the compost bins. spring is a coming.

[ 21. January 2006, 04:23 PM: Message edited by: lisa0307 ]

 

I had a swarm of gnats flying above the lawn a few days ago.

 

Thought you might like to read the last verse of a Patrick Kavanagh poem-

O after Christmas we'll have no need to go searching
For the difference that sets an old phrase burning-
We'll hear it in the whispered argument of a churning
Or in the streets where the village boys are lurching.
And we'll hear it among decent men too
Who barrow dung in gardens under trees,
Wherever life pours ordinary plenty.
Won't we be rich, my love and I, and
God we shall not ask for reason's payment,
The why of heart-breaking strangeness in dreeping hedges
Nor analyse God's breath in common statement.
We have thrown into the dust-bin the clay-minted wages
Of pleasure, knowledge and the conscious hour-
And Christ comes with a January flower.

 

Nice - thanks for sharing.