My snowdrops arrived yesterday! They are wonderful, pot-grown plants from the garden and nursery of De Boschhoeve in Holland. I bought a collection comprising ‘Sam Arnott’, ‘Jaquenetta’, ‘Pusey Green Tips’, ‘Atkinsii’, ‘Viridapice’, ‘Beluga’, ‘Hippolyta’ and ‘Straffan’ – and added in a couple of bulbs of ‘Magnet’ because I couldn’t resist. The kind grower sent me two special presents as well: a bulb each of ‘William Thomson’ and ‘Shropshire Queen’, both of which she says are tough ‘doers’ (like the others). Felt like all my Christmases & birthdays had come at once (since I didn’t receive anything on either day this time around, didn’t feel too guilty! ). And, because the bulbs were so healthy, stopped feeling nervous about whether or not I was wasting my money.
They are now reclining in the sun room, since our night-time temperatures have dipped to about -10 and we have just had lots of snow (a fitting accompaniment for a delivery of snowdrops).
I thought it was worth mentioning that the Galanthus woronowii in the garden, bought cheaply from Sainsbury’s in 2019 as dry bulbs, are all pushing through nicely – testimony that this is another tough bulb that will even thrive when dried out in summer. I guess that these cheap bulbs are probably sourced by Dutch growers from the Turkish snowdrop farms (established quite a few years ago) now to counter the wild collection of bulbs.
In fact, everything’s pushing through or flowering …
– and many favourites have little snowy caps at the moment. .
Even the lavender hedge whose spent flower stems I never had time to clip off last autumn. I like the effect.
Hard to believe that I was tidying up happily in the sunshine down below on Sunday.
And now harder to ignore the tree that fell last summer, whose cover of nettles let us pretend it didn’t exist during last summer. A garden this size really needs a chainsaw!
Today I was totally shocked to wake up to even more snow. Yes, we get cold weather, but this is more than we’ve ever had in our 9 years at Chatillon.
I took pity on the birds and refreshed the chain of fat balls and seeds on the balcony, as well as the green peanut & seed feeder.
We were going to ‘train them’ (ha! herding cats?) to use the orange feeder (they don’t like it … it’s harder work). The plan was to leave the other two unreplenished. But the blue tits and great tits tugged too hard at my heart strings this morning …