Mother Nature is a funny old thing. As a gardener, I should be used to it. But, it seems like I am not. I know that I can’t count on her. Many,many years ago, I planted a thousand white tulips, innocently thinking they would flower in time for our wedding and I could go out and pick them that morning/week. My mother faithfully reported to me every year, when they started flowering. For over 10 years, it was never on our anniversary. Finally they petered out, luckily our marriage hasn’t, lol.
As, I am sure you all know, (I do go on and on about it), snowdrops are my absolute favourite flower. And I base my whole trip home from Barbados, hoping to see them in flower. Last year, I arrived home to this,
and this,
Notice the snow? And the snowdrops?
And this year, this is what I arrived to.
Mother Nature, she always has the last laugh.
I am a floral designer living in a tiny condo in downtown Toronto, Canada's largest city. But on the weekend, I am a gardener/frustrated architect trying to keep up with a 3/4 acre garden in Owen Sound, Ontario, a warm (to Canadians, Zone 5b, and a cold (to Americans, Zone 4b) garden.
