One the recent torrential, all-day rain ended, and the ground was less like walking on a sponge, soaking sneakers and socks, I ventured outside for another look at the garden’s progress.
The snowdrops are asleep once again, but the forsythia and daffodils have woke up. But it was a sorry sight.
The daffodils had not fared well in the past month. They come in many varieties, all loyal and hardy and indestructible. But this spring, the early bloomers met with harsh conditions. But it wasn’t just harsh conditions that did them in. It was an unrelenting, unending cold and snow patterns that ultimately froze the water contained in their leaves, and made the flowers droop uselessly.
Enter the budding trees and shrubs. Here is where designing for hardiness ought to pay off.
We have always allowed volunteers to just grow, if they are smallish, and if they help to screen the fence area, giving us some privacy. This tree is one of them. I never could identify it satisfactorily, but it acts like a cherry or plum tree, with bright pink blossoms turning to a dainty berry thingy in the summer. It doesn’t bother anyone, and it is not bothered by anything.
Except this year’s spring weather. This shows it just after the recent soaker, with almost tattered blossoms that never really bloomed. I still don’t know if they were pollinated, as it’s too cold for the early bugs.
Yet, there are a couple of green spots and I’m hoping that it will join its partner on the other side of the yard, who seems to have a little less of the issues going on. The viburnums and the lilacs are doing much better. It goes to show who turns out to be a survivor due to hardiness.
But the poor forsythias! Not just mine, but all of the shrubs around here look the same. Sparse flowers, tattered, limp-looking things nothing like former years, where their golden glory shines through, welcoming a new season. I’m hoping that a good pruning will encourage new energy, and a renewal in another growing year’s time.