I must admit that the pansies were quite by accident in that I had no idea they would be back this season–a happy accident. As for the lovely-mishmash of bulbs, well, I neve quite know where the squirrels with relocate the bulbs. This winter the little devils were plesantly absent, feasting on the remains of black walnuts.
Pansies are on sale for $7.88 at flat a Platt Hill Nursery in Bloomingdale and Carpentersville (Western suburbs of Chicago); use coupon code “pansy” for more than $10 off per flat until April 15.
I recieved “leftover” Platt Hill pansies from my mother-in-law last Spring and *shockingly* they are still happy under my tree, where I have completely ignored them for a year.
Perhaps my favorite blossoms of Spring: muscari, also known as grape hyacinth.
Their blooms are both delicately simple and hardy through mighty 5A winters. Most gardeners in my area eschew the little ones because their foliage appears messy throughout the Autumn/Winter while not producing a significant impact in the garden. I, however, think a clump of these (they do not appear to know any other way to grow) can be quite stricking. And, as the blooms are so profuse, they make for easy vase clippings.
They are a lovely addition to any garden as they multiply rapidly, are quite inexpensive when purchased in bulk, and fit into any empty areas.
sweet, little blossom
growing through the cracks of stone
weed, some have called thee
At the “out like a lamb” stage of March in most years, I’m still fervently hoping for one last snowstorm, while waiting out the week before Spring Break where (of course) I am fervently hoping for warm weather. Yet, I find myself opening windows and sowing precious sweet pea seeds.
Last Autumn, I planted several early-bloom bulbs with the hope that I would see Spring peeping through the snow, yet I find my “glory” with none of the pesky “snow”–oddly blooming arm-in-arm with pansys and daffodils.
Nothing hearlds the arrival of Spring like daffodils. Oddly enough, I hate flowers in yellows and oranges and reds–a strange predilection of mine–yet in Spring all colors of the rainbow are welcome in my garden: bring on the fire colors. Perhaps the willingness comes from a desperation for fresh growth and renewal; or perhaps Spring flowers are so fleeting that their tenuous nature makes them appear transitional rather than a true product of Spring.