Each weekend I enjoy looking at the ‘Six on Saturday’ of several blogs that I follow, so this Saturday, feeling inspired by the sunny but cold weather, I have decided to join in with this meme hosted by The Propagator blog.
I have called my inaugural 6 “Winter’s Last Hurrah” because there is something very poignant about the beauty of the garden in the sharp sunlight in the knowledge that we are approaching a very cold snap.
So here goes.
1. First up these lovely smoky purple hellebores were in the garden when we moved in, hidden under a lot of foliage. They are in a spot which is almost always in shade at this time of year, but do not seem to mind that. They have even had a single purple baby this year, which will hopefully grow into a clump in years to come.
2. This Mahonia is very happy threading through our fig tree and is shown off to advantage now when the fig’s branches are bare. It normally sends out a sweet scent, but not today – maybe it’s just too chilly?
3. Our scrap of lawn is in dire straits at the moment. The trampoline finally killed off a large patch of it last year. I had been hoping to resow it this weekend, but have decided against as the ground will be frozen in the week to come. But what does make me happy is this little overgrown patch under the fig tree with crocuses, Pulmonaria and Arum italicum. I tried to dig this up last summer in case Littlest Weed was tempted by the red spikes of berries, or “Lords and Ladies” as I used to call them as a child. I am quite glad, however, that it appears to have ignored me and regenerated.
4. Anyone who follows me on Instagram is probably quite bored of my Iris reticulata “Clairette”, but I love it and this is probably the last bloom for this year in our sunny south-facing front garden (which is about two temperature zones ahead of the north-facing back garden). Here it is in front of the seed-heads of a Sedum which I nearly killed last year by leaving it for too long in its pot: fingers crossed it will come back to life in the spring.
5. Another hellebore and one of the native primroses I bought from RHS Wisley. Again not new to regular followers, but they make my heart sing with joy every time I walk down the front garden path.
6. Last but not least our first proper daffodil trumpet sounding out a clarion call for spring!