January 12, 2009
When I moved into my white house on the hill, my parents introduced me to gardening. Until then, I was not that much interested in it. But that has all changed within the last 5 years and now I love to plant things and watch my plants thrive and grow. I never met the previous owners of my house, as the house was being sold by their lawyer. I do not know what kind of people they were, but I know one thing for sure; they did not tended much to the piece of land that came with the house. It was terribly neglected and bare. It is not a big land, only a long, wide tiled terrace lined by a hedge, with a few flowerbeds here and there. Not much work is required to make it lovely, no mowing of the lawn necessary, just tending to the bushes and my many flowers and plants in pots.
The first autumn I planted many tulip bulbs and crocus corms (type of bulbs), plus an array of hyacinth bulbs all over the place, anywhere I could, in many different colours. It is a true feast for the eye in spring, when all these plants bloom as the first flowers of the season, sometimes even through the last snow in March. However, in recent years, the crocus plants start sprouting already in January. I am doing all I can, short of pushing the sprouting stalks back, to prevent them from growing. This year I covered them with plenty of fall leaves, tree bark and even pine branches. However, I seem to have forgotten two spots, close to the fence, next to the foot of the climbing plants of Clematis. There the impatient flower stalks are clearly visible, as seen on the pictures taken a few days ago.
Even though spring is still light years away, I like these small signs telling me that the progress has already started.;)