I’ve been told that our spring season is lagging behind the norm a good 3 weeks. Every gardener I talk to is sick and tired of the winter that will not let go. I was dressed to the nines today-meaning my winter coat, hat, and gloves. Last year, at this time, we were 4 weeks ahead of the norm. Who knew April 29th the overnight temperature would be 24 degrees. What conclusion can be drawn from the fact that April 21 this year is 7 weeks behind April 21 of last year? In my opinion drawing a conclusion does not change the facts. But at least my crocus made an appearance
The lengthy and late April freeze last year was dramatically destructive. The magnolias failed to bloom. The crabapples-no one heard a peep out of them. The flowers of apples, cherries and pears froze, and dropped. Disastrously late frosts dealt a killing blow to gardens, and fruit farmers. 2012-the spring that wasn’t. But those frosts came after a long hot spell. My crocus came up, and promptly passed out and melted in the heat.
Last year’s spring disaster has had me on edge. I have been watching the April weather as if I had nothing else to do. Once my crocus appeared, I was sure the spring would be long, temperate, and rewarding. Why so? Crocus emerge from the ground early. Though they look delicate, they are tough. They emerge at that time when the transition from winter to spring is a big fluid situation. They thrive on the conflict-or so I thought.
The hybrid crocus known as Pickwick is as beautiful as it is vigorous. Crocus bulbs are small; you could hold 50 in one hand, in the fall. Those fifty bulbs can light up an early spring garden. A little package that contains a great gift-the small flowering spring bulbs. Our spring has been very very cold and equally as gray. It seems like I waited forever for a mild and sunny day to come along.
Every beautiful moment in the garden is just that-a moment. My crocus this year-I had one half hour of one day to enjoy them. Would I give up on the crocus? Absolutely not. That one moment of great beauty makes for a memory that will stay with me. Was I disappointed? terribly so.