Every year in late winter, I begin to watch for my first flower. About a third of the time it arrives in the last week of March; two-thirds, in the first week of April. Except, recently, it’s been moving closer to the middle of March (thanks to global warming, I suspect). Until this year, with our wickedly cold and deep and long winter (as a result of the as-predicted shifts in the jet stream), when spring teased us in mid March and than vanished for a couple more weeks. So the search began – will a flower bloom before the end of the first week of April?
Will it be a snowdrop? Muscari? an early crocus?
It has arrived, the first buds opening on Sunday, April 6th, just in time to fit within the first week.
But I can’t remember the name. It’s like a snowdrop, but it’s not a snowdrop. Snowdrops are fussy to grow here, and I have a few, but they’re still under a bank of snow on the east side of the house. My not-snowdrops grow in full sun, and this year, they won the race.
Maureen
