It is morning in the Fairegarden as we venture outside. The month of February came in like a lion and is leaving like a lamb. March is supposed to lay claim to that phrase, how the next month will behave remains to be seen. The trusty camera we refer to as the new camera, the Canon SX1 was brought out of the mothballs and sitting upon the trusty tripod performed some visual acrobatics. The copper rain chain hanging on the shed roof edge was a lucky win from my fellow Oklahoman, friend Dee of Red Dirt Ramblings. Thanks, Dee!
Using the zoom feature while standing in the back doorway, the lens zeroes in on the earliest daffodil, one that came with the property and blooms all over my small town. Once thought to be Narcissus ‘Rijnveld’s Early Sensation’, it is now believed to be N. pseudonarcissus, due to the lighter twisted outside petals. But it is still only a guess as to the identity. Anyway, it is blooming now.
Pulling back, we see the bed referred to in the journal records as the left slope. Sleeping Maiden is sporting a splashy new hairdo, Heuchera ‘Citronelle’. Finding the proper style for her has been perplexing. The criteria are strict; evergreen, low growing, colorful, drought tolerant, attractive. I believe we may have found a winner. The black plastic bit is the solar light string power stake. Little blueish LED lights illuminate for several hours each evening after being charged by the sun during the day. Finding the best location for them is ongoing, but we want them to be around our Maiden of the garden.
Moving to the lower deck, standing in front of the sliding glass doors of the addition, we aim at Athena’s corner. The Nasella tenuissima is still in its blonde phase, catching the morning light as it moves in the stiff wind. Greening will occur gradually as new blades grow up to join the old.
There you are, my pretties! Fifty Iris histrioides ‘Katharine Hodgkins’ were planted in what looks to be five holes. Twenty-five spikes have been counted, a nice show, but where are the rest of the Kats? Journal entries have been poured over, searching for a hint as to what might have happened here, beyond the squirrel blame game. I see that these bulbs arrived on the day that the new heater was being installed, which happened to be the same exact day as the hot water heater gave up the ghost. Memory slides do recall digging holes and dumping the bulbs in, not turning them right side up or spacing properly in flustered haste as workmen were stomping all over inside and out. Could this be the cause of half gone missing? After bloom, the clumps will be dug and inspected and replanted according to standard gardening practice procedures. Also planted the same day and in probably the same manner are one hundred Crocus biflorus ‘Spring Beauty’, the purple and white pointy heads seen in front of the Kats. These do not look to be one hundred. Underwhelming is the word that comes to mind. Hmmm.
The daylily hill is a promising sight in the sea of grey and brown as it turns to shades of spring green foliage, punctuated with blue and yellow, soon to be followed by a kaleidescope of hues too numerous to count.
This is the 600th post for Fairegarden. It seems like only yesterday we began this journey. Thank you for making it so fun. It has been a pleasure. Today would also have been my mother’s ninety-ninth birthday. I miss you still.