Amidst the melting snow and early days of March I uncover a tiny bud of optimism, a hint of what is to come in the weeks ahead. Crocus. Scilla. Hellebores. And later, tulips. Daffodils. Wrought iron containers choked with densely-planted pansies and violas, curly willow, anemone and grape hyacinth.
I love the garden in early spring. It is clean, almost barren, really, save for a few tender shoots. Full of promise, no weeds, no flowers to deadhead.
Spring arrangements have a unique charm, don't you think? They're simpler: all sticks and twigs and a surprise blossom here and there.Here's one I crafted last year that I found particularly fetching, lovingly shot by my in-house photographer. In addition to fresia and pussy willows, it also included green mums. (On second thought, let's call them chartreuse, okay? It sounds so much more descriptive and sophisticated). Mums are not, of course, spring flowers, but I like the effect, just the same.
Comments