Spring is one of my favourite times of the year. All those beautiful flowers blooming, baby everythings everywhere you look (finally got some GORGEOUS broods of cygnets at the local lake – I just want to squeeze them!), blue skies and glorious sunshine (well, some of the time anyway…so far we’ve had a pretty cold and wet Spring). I love how the evenings change – there’s that particular feeling in the air. The feeling of change and of warmth coming. The days are longer and the mornings brighter.
My garden, such as it is, also changes with the coming of Spring. The majority of my plants are in pots – I just haven’t had the money or energy to create a proper garden yet. I mostly have weeds. Lots of weeds. I’m a bit ashamed of them, to be honest. My neighbour’s gardens are all pristine, well-manicured and tidy. Mine is the feral one. I try not to look at it. My back has been playing up such a lot lately that I daren’t do any weeding or any activity that requires much bending in the garden. So, weeds it is.
This weekend I was surprised to find this glorious bloom in my courtyard. An Apostle’s Iris. So pretty! I got this plant about 18 months ago at a Quiz Night and had no idea what it was. I figured it was probably an iris of some kinds, but I wasn’t sure. I have neglected it totally and haven’t even repotted it into a decent sized pot. Then, yesterday morning, this beautiful flower appeared. The plant also has a baby that has taken root in another pot, so I’ll have two plants soon. Yay!
My pelargoniums are always cooperative and do very well, even with my slack gardening efforts. I have had this one for a few years and the flowers are just gorgeous. So bright and cheerful, and long-lasting. I’ve taken lots of cuttings over the years and so the original plant is now growing in lots of different pots and other people’s gardens!
I often go for a little walk during my lunch break and the bushland nearby has lots of pretty natives (and a few non-native interlopers) blooming. I love the bright and cheery wattle – I don’t suffer from hay fever like so many other people – and the colour is always so lovely against the greens and browns of the bush.
I believe this lovely purple climber is called “Happy Wanderer”. It’s from the pea family, so it creates its own food by bringing nitrogen to the soil. It’s so pretty.
This bright pink beauty is a type of wild geranium. It grows pretty prolifically and is common around coastal areas as it is very hardy and doesn’t mind a bit of salt air.
And then we have good old freesias. I LOVE the smell of them. I pick lots and lots in Spring time and have them in the library. Their scent is so gorgeous and fresh. They are not a native, and in some states are considered a pest. So I can pick as many as I like 🙂 I even had them in my wedding bouquet, a million years ago. They make me happy.
The best thing about Spring, besides the flowers and baby critters, is the promise of Summer. THAT is my favourite season. The heat, the sunshine, the balmy nights (that everyone else complains about but I love because it’s warm, warm, warm) and the blue skies. But, Spring is a pretty close second. It’s Mother Nature’s party time, her extended prom night, her chance to show off a bit.
Do you have a favourite season? Does spring bring you joy or does it spell runny-nosed-sneezy-wheezy hay fever hell for you?
Either way, hope you’ve got some spring in your step today (or some Autumn Attitude for our Northern Hemisphere pals!) 🙂