The evening before, after a dull, though fairly mild day, there was a pretty sunset sky. I had glanced out of the window and the white walls of the homes around me were coloured orange-pink under a flaming, evening sky. In front gardens around me tiny daffodils were beginning to flower, and then, suddenly it seems, they are flowering in Gertie’s Garden Hideaway too.
Robin sings in his favourite perch up high in the Wiggly Willow.
By Dom’s shed, Freckles has gone into fluffy, whiskery old age and still looks pretty. The variegated, grassy plant has survived the cold snap, Elephants’ Ears, Bergenia cordifolia purpurea, is blooming already and Primroses and Primulas are vying with Hellebores to brighten the garden, along with the Polyanthus which didn’t give up, even when it was shivering in the snow!
There are buds on bushes and shrubs too as well as some Curly Kale that just goes on giving.
I rescued my ailing Camelia successfully, thank goodness!
Kerria is about to bloom.
The welcome blues of Trailing Campanula are re-emerging …..
… and Lornicera Winter Honeysuckle is in perfumed bloom.
Hellebores deserve a blog of their own; they have been, and still are glorious.
Anne, in an awakening Gertie’s Garden, February 2021.