It starts with the purples and yellows in early spring (though nothing early about it this time..) And it isn't the big, bold daffs and the like that sway me; instead it's the shy, dainty anemone blanda - only showing their faces when the sun shines.
There are white anemones in the woods near us, but it's the bluey purple kind I love. So taken with them that I ordered 300 little tubers a few years ago, and now, when the time's right, there are splashes of purple where ever you look. Spreading a little further every year.
So many things in the garden make me think of her.
Then the blossom starts and for a while that's all I see. Truly wonderful to look at a tree covered, every inch, in delicate scented flowers. How could that not turn your head? Especially Magnolia; beautiful, magnificent Magnolia. Easy to put on a pedestal.
An iris reeled me in the other day; such amazing petals..
There's always a certain amount of anticipation about the roses - some buds are just starting to open, now the sun's out at last. My dad is a fount of all knowledge about them....he always asks after the roses; sometimes before he asks about the kids.
He's given us the most beautiful climber - small, startlingly bright orange flowers with darkish leaves. I planted it by the front door.
It's called Warm Welcome.
Think that's going to be my next favourite.
I'm linking up with Older Mum in a Muddle's wonderful One Week project - catching a flavour of spring '13.