The winter was perfect for the primrose.  It was so mild the primrose never died and flowered throughout the whole winter.  In the past there were seasons it bloomed twice–early spring and fall.  Not this season.  It bloomed throughout the whole winter and it appears it will continue through the spring.  At least through early spring.  It likes cold weather, but not warm weather.  I have never seen the primrose do this.  This indicates how mild the winter was this year.  Usually an extended freeze kills it and then it comes up, again, the following spring.  Just about every plant in the bed either has buds or is flowering.

I keep checking the bed of primroses we have.  One plant is about to bloom a third yellow flower.  The other four plants do not have any buds but I keep checking them periodically.  Having flowers in 35 degree temperatures is a real treat as opposed to spring and summer when everything seems to be into bloom.  I will enjoy that budding plant today realizing how precious and rare it is.

The dahlias keep putting out beautiful purple flowers.  My wife forgot she even planted those bulbs.  Actually two plants came up and now both had multiple buds.  They must like Fall.  They both came up among a bed of black-eyed susans.  Now I am curious how many buds will become flowers until the cold kills them.  I love gazing at each flower that blooms.

The spring has arrived.  Everything has become green.  Most of the deciduous trees the leaves have come out although there are some late bloomers.  Some trees are only budding.  Spring is almost at the halfway mark.  And there are occasional days where it has skipped the season and went straight into summer but then it becomes cooler again and we know it is still spring.  I inspect my garden every day to see the next bloom of the year.  And then share the discovery with my Other.  Spring is the season of discoveries.  And I always like sharing the latest.  The hummingbird arrived on Easter only last week.  This time my wife spotted the bird first.  I love watching them sip nectar from our feeder.  And fend off other hummingbirds who invade their territory.

It Was A Small Discovery

Author: siggy

It was a small discovery:  a miniature daffodil had bloomed.  It might have been one I had bought in the store and she planted it after it had bloomed.

I wanted to show my wife it.  I checked on it today and found out the flower was lying on the ground separated from its stem.  I never got to show it to my wife.  I felt bad.  I was really careful I would not step on it.  It was a little to the side.

Most flowers are so fragile–here today, gone tomorrow.  Maybe, it will have another bloom.  I just felt a sense of loss I never was able to show my wife it.  Now the bloom was on the ground.  I just felt bad.