There’s still snow on the ground. I know I haven’t been very good about updating, but I’ve been very tired. There’s been so much to do.
I spent last weekend in New York, where I met with my writing group for the first time. It’s called The Injustice League and includes Ellen Kushner, Delia Sherman, Catherynne Valente, Lev Grossman, Kathleen Howard, and Claire Cooney. I had the most wonderful time. And even more importantly, I learned so much from listening to the perspectives of such wonderful writers.
I’m going to write about it at some point, but tonight I’m so tired that I want to think about something completely different: spring flowers. There’s still snow on the ground, and I’m tired of winter, so I’m going to talk about some of my favorite spring flowers. If I had the house I wanted, that witch’s cottage, these are the flowers I would plant.
First, the species crocuses come up, poking through the snow. I used to scatter them all over the lawn.
And then come the snowdrops, so delicate, and the sturdy grape hyacinths. There’s nothing quite so cheerful as a bunch of grape hyacinths in a vase.
At the same time, you can see the daffodils start to come up. My favorite of them is Thalia.
And them come the tulips, all the flowers taking their turns. I love the pink Angelique, like a small peony, and the dark burgundy Queen of the Night.
I’m doing this from memory, because it’s been so long since I’ve planted a garden. (Too long.) I may be getting some of the blooming times wrong. And then there’s my favorite spring flower of all, the strange and wonderful snake’s head fritillary.
It looks so exotic, but it will grow almost anywhere.
Today, as I was driving along, I saw a witch hazel with yellow flowers all over it. That means spring is coming (the plants always know). It can’t come soon enough for me.
(I almost forgot: all these flowers can be bought from, and the pictures are found in, the John Scheepers catalog, which is my favorite catalog for bulbs.)