It's February. It's cold. We had tiny snow pellets yesterday and an unkind wind today. The pellets were called 'graupel', a German word, by the local weather people. I looked that up online and it wasn't the actual atmospheric phenomenon that I experienced. Suffice it to say, it has been cold, icy, and gray. However, the days are getting longer (and marginally warmer) and the plants have their own timetable.
So, on with the Floral Report!
A couple of weeks ago I began seeing the signs. Tiny piles of earth, pushed up, into the air. Soil breaking, and pale tips emerging. Stirring. Life is stirring, under the protective leaf cover. Plant life, earthworms... stirring.
And then I smelled it. The fragrant, sweet, seductive aroma of the sweetbox shrub. The early bloomer, with such subtle flowers, that blasts glorious spring-promising perfume through the neighborhood. Glory! Spring Shall Rise Again!
Immediately following the glorious perfume of early spring, here come the snow drops. So clean and pristine looking. Demure. But, they are sharing the stage with the earliest of the crocus. Purple, yellow, white, with dark green spiky-looking leaves, they are planted in drifts in yards in my neighborhood. I'm usually seeing them closed up as I walk home, as they are diurnal and go to bed early.
In my yard, the daffodils are poking up, and the tulips. Just barely, but they are gaining by the day. There is also a lot more garlic than I was expecting in the front bed! Maybe I'll get some big ones this time. :-)
Spring in Portland is wonderful. If you are cold and snow-bound (or just cold), I wish you warm temps; if you have been deluged with rain after years of drought, I wish you high water tables and low erosion; if you are yearning for Spring... I wish you could be here. It would please your soul, I'm certain.
We are at the beginning of the season. I'll try to keep you posted!