What a relief. I thought it would never come – and the great mound of Cheviot we see from the garden is still all white. Still, it’s not only crocuses, welcome though they are. Dentarias (correctly now Cardamine) are starting, from creamy yellow in D. enneaphylla, shades of mauve in D. , and the most gorgeous deep violet in D. glanduligera, with its prettily serrated foliage. A few minute bits of Corydalis species too, always a surprise, as they always (for us) seem to dwindle away, then vanish. Oh, and Iris reticulata ‘Cambridge Blue’, in the old stone trough, which seems to suit them far better than the pots we’ve always tried in the past.
But the daffodils, ‘February Gold’ after all, have outstayed their welcome so long that we worried if they’d become embalmed somehow by bad weather, and we’d still have them by October. Most of their relatives here are, sensibly, still only just showing.
Still, Crocus susianus is doing fine. C. tommasinianus is coming up in the lawn in some quantity (it has underground stolons that travel alarmingly), and a most lovely rose-mauve form called, surprisingly, ‘roseus’. It’s well worth hunting for. We don’t generally go for the whopping horticultural ones, though there is a biggish pot of a nice stripey one whose name I’ve forgotten, and can’t now trace. Maddening. Anyone any ideas?