Well, the unseasonably cold weather (until the unseasonably warm weather three days ago) did have a plus: the early bulbs lasted a long time.
Tulipa turkestanica. Species tulips are wonderful because they bloom early (when we are desperate) and last for years. Their foliage dies back fast.
This one has lovely blue foliage enhanced by the contrast of bloom color.
And I love the blooms, open or closed.
Early signs. Crocus & Virginia Bluebells.
Our early blooming Witchhazels are so cheery & welcome!
of Hellebores unfurling.
We had a few days of faux Spring. I must admit: I liked the sun as much as the trees. And Lake Michigan reflected the blue, blue skies.
The snow & light leading to Spring. But grateful for the contrast and plant blanket.
Our extremely fluctuating temperatures has some plants confused. Here the Pulmonaria (Lungwort) sprouts its white foliage a wee bit soon. So too is the greening up on the Seslaria (Autumn Moor Grass).
The late afternoon light starting to be golden on Lake Michigan.
One can be grateful for snow cover during these periods of extreme cold.
Wondering how our seasonal containers, installed before Thanksgiving, are faring after coming out of 2 weeks of deep freeze...
Have their own rhythm. Checked on one at a client's we did more than 15 years ago. Always in process. Drainage always rules.
The house fits the client. The garden fits the house & client.
It's that part of Spring when purples & pinks are on parade!
The Glory of the Snow
Catkins on Ostrya virginiana. One of our fine upland (dry), shade trees.
A few harbingers in my own patch.
Tulip merging with Vinca.
Daffodils contrast with reflected blue blue sky.
I guess I shouldn't be grumpy about Climate Change. The fact that the weekend after Valentines Day should bring temps near 60, seems to delight the tv weather-person, just as it does when we have summer drought & they announce yet another hot day with no rain. But, I am a plant advocate, not to mention animals & some humans who aren't out to destroy the planet. And so, it was with mixed emotions that I greeted the first Snowdrops in the yard. Their reappearance for decades, many many years after my garden mentor planted them and many years since she died, gives me hope in the persistence of life in face of many challenges.
Luckily: we have had rain over the winter.