It has got to that lovely time of year when I am woken by the dawn chorus. On a weekend, I like to get up before the rest of the family. I put on my dressing gown and slippers, make myself a cup of tea, slip on my wellies, and take a little walk around the garden.
Everything seems more delicate and precious early in the morning.
Like a small child, just woken up.
Poppy foliage is bursting out of the ground. Here it is, intermingled with swords of gladioli. I love the feathery texture of poppy foliage at this time of year. It has the most exuberant explosions of leaves.
This is perennial cornflower, Centaurea montana. It is a bit bleary, but this is the magic of early morning. Everything sparkles. There are purple crocuses in the background, which are also delighting me.
I will be back to take more photos when the sun reaches round to it, because that is when you really appreciate its colour. For now, it is muted, and just touched with dew.
Some delights are quickly done. This little clump of Crocus tommasinianus was more fleeting than most. I am hoping that it will seed itself around this little bed, and I will find its babies next year.
This clump of daffodils is one of a few planted around trees in our garden. I love the sparkly grass behind.
These are the last of the snowdrops. They are in a very dry bed alongside our garage. They don’t get a lot of sun in the summer, which is probably how they have survived in this less-than-ideal spot. They will soon be engulfed by red valerian, Centranthus ruber.
I have also planted the Mediterranean spurge here, Euphorbia characias subsp. wulfenii. This has become a go-to plant for difficult places. It is drought tolerant, doesn’t seem to mind how much sun it gets or doesn’t get, and it thrives on neglect.
In the next couple of weeks, I will watch these alien inflorescences lift their heads and open out to brightest lime-green. The lime-green is fantastic against the sage-green foliage.
I drift around to the front garden, and bump into the milkman. There is a clink of milk bottles, the snick of the gate closing, and he if off.
I have these large chalky crocuses, but forget the variety. They are very like Crocus tommasinianus in colouring, but twice the size. When they are closed, we can appreciate the gentle twist to the petals.
I have planted Crocus ‘Pickwick’ in pots with my tulips. Any day now…
For now, their foliage is providing telegraph poles for spiders’ power lines.
I round back, around the other side of the house. I just stop to admire the new honeysuckle foliage. There are such beautiful tones of pearly sage, and rose-grey. More power lines.
This is the start of my morning wanderings. I am re-connecting with the garden. The windows and doors will be thrown open during the day. There will be muddy footprints across the kitchen floor, and gardening gloves thrown on the kitchen table.
It has begun.
You might like to join me as the garden wakes up? You can click on the ‘follow’ button at the bottom of this page to receive an email each time I publish a post. I aim to share with you little pops of wonder that are there to be enjoyed. Gardening should be fun above all else. There will be the odd hint or tip thrown in, but you can feel free to ignore them, and just bathe in the sun, letting your petals waft in the breeze.