I swear it happened overnight.
One day I had a few snowdrops, some odd flowers on the winter jasmine and that was it. The winter kale and leeks were doing fine, but there wasn’t a hint that I’d planted anything else. The next day I went out and zap – garlic. Stand still and you can almost see it grow.
Then I looked round.
There were snowdrops in abundance, scattered all over the place.
I have to try and resist the urge to photograph them individually, I love snowdrops so much. There are some very impressive snowdrop woods round here, and I would love to achieve the same effect (only without the heavy tree cover – I can’t suddenly provide large oaks; my apple trees will just have to do). But I don’t think I need to add any this year; they are bulking up nicely and we can soon split some of the larger clumps. I think P and I planted 150 three years ago, plus there was one small patch that was already here – and now there are thousands.
I had been worrying that the bad winter might have affected the early bulbs; perhaps it has – positively. Because the crocuses have also appeared, again in drifts.
Get the sun on these – it will shine eventually – and they will all open wide. I can’t wait… and there are even a few battered primroses. That settles it, it must be spring.
I shall start chitting the spuds and get my broad beans into pots. I don’t care if the weather forecast did mention the ‘s’ word. We’ve had our ration of snow for this year. Haven’t we?