Had to make a quick dash up to Duneira on Mt. Macedon the other day, and turned into that incredible drive – possibly one of the loveliest in Australia – soon to be lined with millions of bluebells.
Many of the pleasures of gardening are direct and overt, and others just lurk beyond grasp-ability. Some are concrete, some just suggested or hinted at.
It has just this minute started snowing.
I know, I talked about crocuses two posts ago, but there’s not much happening in the garden this time of year. And when these small bulbs do happen, you’ve really got to celebrate them.
The Gardenist (the book) started out much bigger than that which was eventually published. We deleted nearly half the word count a few months before pressing the ‘print’ button. Each chapter was nearly as long again with stuff about how to care for each of the plant groups discussed – mostly info I wish someone had told me twenty or so years ago.
I loved being at the talk Mat Murray (RBG Sydney) gave to the Victorian Group of The Alpine Garden Society a few weeks back. Not only did I pick up on the debunking of a few myths (like the need to include a piece of basal plate when you cut your bulbs up for propagation – not so, apparently), but I loved hearing that Mat’s passion for bulbs started from a pic of Crocus ‘Pickwick’ in grass.
With about one sunny day every seven – if we’re lucky – I’m changing the terms by which I judge a snowdrop.
We’ve all got ‘em – those books that have changed or framed our lives. In this case I’m sticking to the horticultural, or those that have fed into that part of my life