A Sunday Seven: signs of Spring

I love this Spiraea. It’s like a back to front shrub throwing out a lovely burnished autumnal coloured flower in the Spring, turning green in the Summer

 It is the last Sunday of February and, well, its raining again!   I shouldn’t complain though, I had a lovely morning outside, when it was dry, and the sun was shining.  It’s incredible how energy is boundless when working outside in the sun.  I pruned the roses, trimmed the Spireas and lopped  feet off my Elder Sambucus Nigra  which, incidentally, I bought about 5 years ago in a small pot for £6.50 from B&Q.  It has grown into a tree about 8 ft high, (well, it was until this morning) and it drips with elderberries in the Summer.  I just love the purple almost black leaves, especially against the pink flower heads.  

I also gave my Hibiscus a haircut.  Most of us have a reminder in the garden that has a story.    Nine years ago, as a leaving present, I was bought a hardy Hibiscus plant for the garden (not the tropical large dark green variety).  Why a Hibiscus? Sometimes, we went with Barristers to visit women in Holloway Prison, who had been arrested  on entry to the UK.  It is a tenuous link, but, Hibiscus is the voluntary organisation, based in Holloway HMP,  working with foreign women.  It was a memento of my time working at that office.  My Hibiscus  has grown and flowers beautifully every year and I think about those days often.   I don’t know what variety it is, there was no name on the label but it has a lovely pale pink flower. It is now about 5ft high with a spread of roughly 3ft to 4ft, so a good sized shrub.

My first sighting of a ladybird this year

I achieved 101 gardening jobs, trimming, nipping, tidying, loosening soil around plants, weeding,  hoeing and whilst packing up in the rain, I stood and viewed my work  with a sense of satisfaction.  

So, to bring February to an end, I thought rather than write any more I would show you some photos I took this morning, because they speak louder than words when it comes to prove that Spring really is just about here.

Agapanthus peeping through

 

Bergamot making its way through to the daylight - I love this herb, it smells so wonderful and makes a great tea infusion

 

Sedum appearing again

 

Ribes - flowering currant. Not sure if I like its 'perfume' though, smells a bit like cat to me!

 

Fennel on its way - it smells so strong even when its new. It all adds to the aroma of my garden - every plant has its own perfume.

Finally a photo to remind me of my next job.  My fight against the ivy is ongoing.  I gave up trying to eradicate it completely.  It does make a good backdrop and the birds love the berries, but it is unruly and it needs to be brought into line and reminded whose boss.  I only have to leave it a few months for it to run rampant, setting out across the flower beds as well as over the walls.

My 10 year war with the ivy. Even the compost bin is being held hostage. Let battle begin!

4 thoughts on “A Sunday Seven: signs of Spring

  1. As ever Ronnie – beautiful photographs. I love the one of the ladybird.
    Sounds like we have had the same weather – blue sky this morning and the birds were trilling musically. Luckily for the wet afternoon we had planned an indoor activity to keep dry – swimming!!!!!

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