This has been a decidedly cold spring. As I mentioned, it snowed on the 5th of May. But the garden doesn’t seem to mind too much. Here is a “snowy” flower, a daffodil called Mount Hood after the mountain near Portland, Oregon. When I look at my Mt. Hood daffodils, I think of that beautiful silhouette that used to be so familiar, like a friend on the horizon.
Here is a garden that the Dafter and I used to walk past nearly every day. Its owners are professional gardeners, and boy can you tell. We call it “the Perfect Garden” because there is never a leaf out of place. Even the small lawn area is mown in stripes like a cricket pitch:
When the Dafter was smaller, we would often stop to refresh ourselves with a mint here. Despite what eavesdroppers might think, the phrase “once we get to the Perfect Garden” actually has no moral or religious meaning in our family!
On Monday I was visiting a friend in Stonehaven when a very dark cloud came over, like that scene in Through the Looking Glass when the crow darkens the sky. And the next thing we knew, the windows were rattling with hailstones. Half an hour later and they were still much in evidence:
But sometimes it’s the falling petals that seem like snow:
We’ve had some sunny moments too, albeit mostly accompanied by a rather icy North wind. Hats and gloves would be useful, but I can’t bear to wear them in May. A colleague of mine from Lancaster is fond of quoting her grandfather: “Ne’er cast a clout til May be out”. (Don’t wear fewer clothes until after the month of May has passed.) Well I have “cast” my hat and gloves, and if I have blue hands and a red nose, so be it.
I hope you’re keeping warm where you are!