It is only February of course, which is far from spring here in Scotland however I was beginning to hope until the snow came down this morning. Not time for garden jinks but for drinking tea in the kitchen and watching the garden through the french windows.
Hopefully these crocuses are tough enough to cope with the temperature, at least they are sheltered from the worst of it on the window sill with the ornamental cabbage overhead.
Let's relax here in the snow with a steaming cup of something? Maybe if we were Swedish.
On the upside the 2 Hebes are looking great and although I would characterise them are boring and necessary plants, they are paying back their purchase price in droves.
Here are my Hellebores. When garden writers talk about Hellebores they always talk about the shy flowers that hang down. In practise what this means is you cannot really see the flowers and they don't photograph well. Imagine yourself, dear reader in my snowy back garden (no euphemism there). You reach down toward the Hellebore, with it's dark green waxy leaves and cup the cream coloured flower in your hand. See how beautiful it is? And that's snow soaking down the back of your neck.
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