Today I came upon the first open crocus in the front garden. What a wonderful surprise! And close by, the hellebores must have been blooming for some time, quite unnoticed, as they are hidden from view by overhanging bushes.
Tulips are also starting into growth – the reddish tips of their leaves are out, and one of the hydrangeas – the one I’ve placed facing east — has pale green crowns emerging from its base. Fat buds of new leaves are beginning to clothe its bare branches. The rose bushes are also showing a flush of fresh growth, shiny and red-tipped against the dull green of last year’s stems. They will be needing pruning very soon.
In the back garden, the snowdrops are up — thick clumps of their blue-green spikes are everywhere on the lawn, and a few buds have slivers of white. They’re just biding their time – perhaps tomorrow I may see some in bloom.
It might still be winter to me, but to the plants in the garden, spring is just waiting in the wings. On this 99th day of my gratitude journal, I am much heartened and so grateful indeed to see these sure and unmistakeable signs of spring.