... can spring be far behind? No, not a brief discourse on the poetry, prose, or politics of
'Red' Shelley - Etonian, atheist, and Romantic poet of the early death model, perhaps with Kit Marlowe-esque undertones, and a funeral pyre (cue the junkie Morrison). Nor is it the now sadly outdated novel by the Great War combatant
A.S.M. Hutchinson, but just a sign discovered in my tiny greenhouse today in snow-bound Mercia:
Saxifraga x Kayei 'buttercup' - an Alpine that clearly thinks it is a little later in the year than it actually is. Meanwhile, some its relations sleep happily, as they would do if they were still on scree, cliffs, mountainsides:
And, indoors, by the fire, it is time to think of seeds and things:
A cheeky little saxifrage. The Spring seems a long way off, but seed catalogues bring it a little closer.
ReplyDeleteI like that - I'd been thinking of him as a bit of a dim sort of fellow. Spring is, indeed, a long way off ... and I'm too old now to want to hurry it on, even though I have three, very healthy looking primroses I planted in the autumn that I'm looking forward to seeing in bloom.
DeleteSuper picccies and great plants.Enjoy the catalogues by the fire sir!
ReplyDeleteThis year, I'm going to make a real effort to limit my crazed seed buying ! Really. I am. Honest.
DeleteA belated thanks from the edge of the frozen Canadian prairie, where flowers are still months away. My lovely bride is poring over garden plans and seed catalogues, but she paused when I showed her this post and looked all wistful.
ReplyDeleteNow that sounds Romantic - 'the edge of the frozen Canadian prairie'. I did see some early snowdrops today, but it will be a while, even here, in the damp English midlands, before the flowers will return.
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