I went outside a couple of days ago and had a scout about. Not much had changed; many things seemed to be stuck, in suspended animation or even hibernation. Most of the trees were twigs without a hint of green or, indeed, of anything else.
Then we had a warmer day. I went out yesterday (not today, so this doesn’t really qualify as a Wordless Wednesday post and anyway I don’t tend towards wordlessness) and discovered this:
From a standing start, the Magnolia stellata has gone PING.
Or maybe that should be PING!
I’m always entranced. Unfortunately I also have to clamber over a load of old flower pots, empty bags, etc to photograph it, as it leans over the roof of the old pigsty, otherwise known as the general dumping ground.
But that doesn’t really distract from its beauty.
Maybe it even emphasises it?
Which is just as well, because the old pigsty is what it is and will never be anything else, and is also far too useful to be demolished. Originally hidden behind a giant Rhododendron ponticum, the Magnolia has always been something of a semi-secret treasure, even though one of the first things I did on coming here was rip out the rhodie.
Leaving me with this to appreciate. Sigh…
For a little while, at least – today we are back to normal, in the teeth of a howling gale which is making the windows rattle and which is also, no doubt, busy ripping the petals off the magnolia. Oh well, c’est la vie… ici, c’est la vie.
Do you have any hidden treasures, private surprises? Er, in your garden, that is?* Er, um, qualifying once again, cough, cough, as far as plants are concerned?
(*There was an old edition of the OED which blissfully defined a gazebo as ‘an erection in a garden’. Well, quite.)