Ooh look it’s like time-lapse photography.
One week you have cherry blossom and White Triumphator tulips in the planters in the courtyard.
And then in a blink of an eye, a gentle falling of the petals, the Victoria Secret tulips emerge.
Dreadful name. Gorgeous late tulip.
And I can’t tell you how exciting it is to see them appear for the second year in the garden.
These ones are on Alice’s path above the pool.
I haven’t even harvested them for floral bouquets. I’m just enjoying them dotted about the garden.
And goodness only knows why, but my Queen of the Night tulips in the herb garden have appeared for the third year in a row. I’m starting to consider tulip bulbs a non-frivolous investment.
And it goes to show that you can’t have certainties in the garden. It used to be that I would boast my narcissus bulb were planted once and flowered forever, and the tulips were one hit wonders.
But my early daffs are almost non-existent in the flowering department at the moment (blind plants and attacked by playful Jays) and these blobs of colour just make me smile.
Not a bad season, this Spring.
All I have to do now is work out how the wretched deer is getting into my vegetable garden. I have no Swiss chard and no sorrel right now. It makes me cranky as I was planning a stir fried vegetable dish tonight.
And I have sown the Dwarf french bean seeds but don’t want them nipped off when they emerge through the soil. I bet the deer would find them a tasty treat.