Six on Saturday – Ready or Not

There has been no “ready”, there has been no “steady”, there has just been “GO!” A few days absent, a few days of warmth and suddenly the garden has gone into hyperdrive. Spring has sprung, just in time for the equinox, excellent timing. Of course then we get the “false spring” advocates, the “only kidding spring” supporters, the “having a laugh, winter will come back and bite your bottom” doomsayers. I’m having nothing of it. It has arrived and my heart is singing. A tiny part of me hopes I will not return next week with my tail between my legs, rueing my impetuosity. If you wish to learn more about SoSing and SoSers, please pop over to Jim at Garden Ruminations and he will get you up to speed and you can meet the gang. Let’s get on, there is gardening to be done!

The Ribes sanguineum ‘King Edward VII’ is at its splendid peak, buzzing with pollinators like a seasonal life force.

My mini-Magnolia stellata is doing well, with lots of blooms this year. Still quite bijou, but then again so is the garden.

Because I not yet bored of saying so – I was thrilled last year when we had four ripe fruit from our peach tree, grown by OH from a stone (peach stone not any random pebble, he is good but not that good). This flower made me smile as it appears to be looking me straight in the eye saying “this year will be even better”. Does double pride cancel out the fall?

I planted some crocus underneath the rotary washing line, along with some white fritillery. Some suspicious holes appeared soon after and I feared the worse. Seems that crocus aren’t that tasty after all.

We were meant to have the Pyrus ‘Chanticleer’ pruned this winter. It didn’t happen. I was loathe to have burly, stomping tree surgeons trampling on the sodden ground. Then it was too late. In celebration it is giving a wonderful display of lily white flowers.

Ipheion uniflorum ‘Wisley Blue’ is looking quite washed out in this photo. Rooky error of photographing in the sun. Had I mentioned the sunshine? Even in more subtle lighting this delicate little flower could barely be described as blue. I may have mentioned this before. Repetition is becoming a larger part of my life. I am certain it will only get worse.

As a postscript to last week’s Away Day in Wells, I am thrilled that although my message had disappeared, (cleared by over zealous maintainers, robbed by lucky pooches?), two of our SoS family left messages in its place. Chapeau to Noelle and Torington Tina, who sculpted variously a halo and greeting out of birch twigs. Wonderful.