Sunny afternoon, morning bike ride all done (actually quite knackering with heavy rucksack), swimming later so I rediscovered the garden.
Always a bit of a novelty, wandering around the modest plot inspecting how things are after the winter. There was a surprising array of stuff in bloom; starry blue flowers under the Rosa rugosa, snowdrops, primroses, little daffodils, forsythia, a couple of really early rogue tulips and a real find – a hellebore I forgot I had. Shame about hellebores really. They like the shade so they thrive under shrubs, which means you don’t get to see them – at least not in my garden. So I cut a few and brought them in.
I leave everything severely alone during the harsh weather. I don’t prune, tidy or clear anything. I always figure the plants need the protection of the old dead stems against the snow and frost. But today, when I cut down the tall brown stems of the paeonies, hey presto, there, pushing up from the soil were the tender, bright red stems of fresh growth.
The camellias are still showing colour in the buds, in spite of the recent frosts and the Cornish palm has survived the snow and chill in contrast to lots of other palms in other gardens which I’ve noticed have perished this winter.
The pond is alive with froggy activity at the moment. When you walk near it, there is an immediately boiling of the water as the frogs panic – in mid-mate or not – and dive for cover. Four blobs of frogspawn so far.
I keep finding little strands of Canadian pondweed on the kitchen floor and on the stairs. It’s fortunate that it’s the flora from the pond and not the fauna.
Having cats doesn’t really fit with the whole organic/wildlife gardening thing I’ve practised up until now but well, what can I do except hope the kittens continue to fall short of their killer potential.