Strange weather…. including snow, hail and high winds in the latter half of February. There was a big snow at the end of this month last year before spring burst forth.
When it is not blowing gale force, or pelting rain, I’m working in the garden in my laughably amateurish, but utterly heartfelt way: Prepping the dirt for seeding, pruning the woebegone buttefly bushes, dividing and transplanting those indomitable spring bulbs that survived construction. Portuguese Laurel, Magnolia and Camellia are getting put in the ground. I’m glad to have had no audience for my effort to prise a boulder from the embankment - crushing snow drops in the process of rolling my prize to my simulation Maclure rock garden. The architect would not be impressed. The majority of the major earthworks were made possible by the acquisition of a few specimen plants. Yesterday Lita stopped by. After we jawboned over toast and tea, she took me for a spin in her car so I could load it up with those plants. I also scored my first Indian celery seeds from Metchosin - rare Kexmin I’ll grow for tea. Don wants medlar trees but I have not yet found a source. Until I am ready to unveil images of the garden - here are some photos from this past week or of the same time last year —— for you to guess which is which.
Just before one of the hail storms this week and then some mystery shots.