In February the Helebore are flowering around the garden. I love these tough flowers. They will grow in shady spots and yet survive in sunny spots and take the beating summer sun. They like it in the garden and self-seed providing me with plenty of plants for ground cover in difficult spots.
By March the garden is filling up with the colour of the spring flowers. March is a colourful month. I have often grown Hyacinth in bowls indoors and they get a second life in the garden when I plant them out after their flowers pass.
The waters have receded to a more normal spring level and the daffodils are out. These are where we retire our daffodils when they get too crowded in other parts of the garden. I was not sure the bulbs would survive the dry, hot summer but they do and get enough rain and light in the spring to proliferate.
I love seeing the hazel flower – tiny as they are. There are two on the stem underneath the catkin.
I see the white-tailed bumble bee queens during the winter but it has to be spring before I see the queen Carder bumblebees. They love the dead red-nettle and there is plenty of it in the garden just now.
The biggest spring event for us is when the old plum tree flowers. It is a festival of perfume, buzzing and pollinators.
Such an opportunity for photographs.
Bees and plum blossom are so photogenic.
I could go on like this for some time, but I won’t.
I did say pollinators in the plum tree so I must insert my token butterfly. Probably a tortoiseshell.
I am not going closer than a tortoiseshell. I don’t think it was a small tortoiseshell but please feel free to leave a comment if you know what it is. Before anyone asks – I do not know what colour its legs were, I was lucky to get the picture I did.
Being a frugal type I decided to plant the hyacinth bulbs I had inside for their perfume, after the flowers had finished. My trusty garden tool is used for everything and I swing it around with wild abandon.
I was chilled to realise, when digging the hole, that I had nearly decapitated a hiberating toad. I think it must have been the root that saved him. I had to pick him up to make sure he still had four legs.
He sat quietly to the side while I redug a hollow under the root. He accepted his repositioning calmly and looked less upset than I was.
So all is well in the garden with the Carpenter bees swooping noisily onto the heather.
All the bees love the Hellebore and there are even more than ever this year.
But the biggest news today was that the Osmia cornuta males are emerging from the bee houses. I do love to watch them and if you would like to share you can see more of my photos at Bees in a French Garden.
For the moment the garden has decided it is opting for full on spring.
We have not really had a winter yet. The borage decided to keep on flowering this year. The bees did not complain.
The colour is supplied by the Camelias and everywhere the Mimosa trees are in full bloom. That is everywhere but in my garden as I do not have the patience to deal with all the shoots they push up around their trunks. The bees just have to go a bit further to find them in neighbours gardens.
Next door’s sheep have been producing a good crop this year, mostly twins.
My first Osmia cornuta arrived on the twelfth of February.
By the next morning lots of male Osmia were already checking out the holes in the bee holes hoping to find a female. They will have to wait some time yet. In the meantime they rest in the holes when they are not hungry or it is cold.
How many bees can you see in the photograph above?
I can see five. Four in/on the log and one (rather blurred) sitting on the wall to the right of the bee house.
It is a delight at the moment watching the bees enjoy all the spring flowers.
This year I am enjoying finding the different hybrids of my self-seeded hellebore.
I still love my original dark purple…
but I like the variety of this delicate small petal variation.
The big pussy willow at the bottom of the garden is just starting to display pollen and as the plum tree nearer the house is starting to finish flowering, the bees will transfer their allegiance to the willow from next week, I think.
Next week I will be keeping my eye on the Japanese medlar and I wonder with this mild weather whether we will have medlar fruit this autumn for the first time.
Whatever happens the garden always keeps you guessing.