There arrives a spring in the life of the garden when perhaps it has tipped over into too much… muchness. Dainty wood anemones (top), seemingly so hard to get established in this hot, dry climate, start running through the woodland in waves. Grape hyacinths (middle), march right out of the rock gardens, looking for more room. Primula sieboldii (bottom), mugs the dainty little juliana primula next to it, and heads for the woods.
I’m not sure what the change, or the signal is; but something seems to turn on, and even dainty little plants that normally act like they would rather be someplace else, start popping up everywhere. This morning I almost stepped on a snakeshead fritillary (Fritillaria meleagris) growing in the middle of a path… at least it didn’t hiss at me.
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