Aside from the green of the grass and the grey sky, there isn’t too much colour going on in my winter world. Sometimes we do get those incredible blue sky days where everything looks like is part of some grand jewel collection. But for the most part it grey and bleak. Even most of the winter veggies are cloaked in green, except the brilliant red and yellow stalks of the rainbow beets, and pulling out a carrot can offer a splash of orange brilliance for the colour starved gardener.
But then sometimes the colour comes for an unexpected corner and its beauty is especially welcomed and admired as it’s not meant to be there – well not so soon. Yet its presence offers hope that the seemingly relentless grey does in fact have an end and it isn’t all that far away.
Behind the shed, where I store all my pots of bulbs and plants that aren’t doing anything interesting, I spotted a flash of yellow. On investigation I found a beautiful daffodil, waving its solitary head at me. It was perfectly formed; unbattered by the winds and the elements with no holes in its beautiful petals as most of the slugs and snails are still in their winter hibernation. And its scent was heavenly – the smell of spring and fresh starts and a vibrancy not found in the sluggish winter months.
So I took the pot containing this incredible specimen and moved it from behind the shed to pride of place at the front door so everyone can see this wonderful thing I found and have their spirits lifted by this flash of yellow from a season not so far away.
Come again soon – I have a hankering for turnip soup.
Sarah the Gardener : o )