Last autumn I planted about ten crocus bulbs in the hope we’ll get a few sunny flowers through the grass this spring. I think at this time of year, there is nothing more lovely than the sight of lawns full of crocus flowers and I dearly wanted some in my garden. Except they didn’t come. All around, in neighbouring gardens and lawns down the road from me, crocus popped up everywhere which was lovely to see, but I was sad and disappointed and last week watched a squirrel dig a hole in the grass while I shook a fist at it. I was resigned to the fact my crocus bulbs had been eaten and dug up. But then this weekend Dave mentioned he had spotted a tiny bit of white on the lawn. Thinking it was a bit of litter, I popped into the garden to pick it up.
And then I noticed what it actually was.
Hello, crocus! At least I think it is a crocus? I’m so pessimistic from this whole experience I half expect this to be a weed of some sort, especially as our lawn is in such a bad state. Dave very carefully used a grass seed that was great for shady lawns last year when he started to make our lawn, but then we were given some very cheap seed from the pound shop that Dave used to fill some empty patches and now we have clumps of couch grass here and there which isn’t very nice. I suppose we’ll have to deal with that at some point. As we will have to deal with the ground elder that is eating its ugly head again too. So much to do in such a tiny garden. And I still hadn’t planned my veggies yet either! This weekend though I think I will spend done time thinking about it. In the meantime I will enjoy the garden coming bank to life again.
Many squirrel holes in one tiny pot, it’s amazing there’s anything growing in there at all.
Rhubarb unfurling. This is going to be the first year we get to eat any of it, so I’m rather looking forward to that.