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Waiting for Spring - February 04 2021
It's become a cliché but 2020 was a surreal year with unexpected twists and turns, lowlights, but also highlights. The Covid pandemic started and lasted, we had multiple health scares in the family, we adopted two lovely kittens, and both me and my partner started good new jobs during the lockdown, working from a home office. The garden has played a central role throughout it all, even if only providing literal breaths of fresh air. This time has made it especially clear how important it is to have access to nature, and how fortunate we are to have a garden.
A true survivor, a little crocus that popped up this winter in the front garden. I didn't plant it- it has been dormant under the paved front garden for years.
The spring and summer of 2020 were beautiful, and spending time in the garden made the first lockdown very manageable. At the end of summer and during the fall, I could distract and energize myself by planning and revamping the front garden (more on this in a later post). This winter feels particularly dreary and heavy to me, but the recent increase in light, and the arrival of tiny plantbuds provide me with hope. I cannot wait for spring to come.
Small glimmers of hope in the form of the tiny buds of early irises in the front garden.
While waiting for spring of 2021, I'm looking back at the photo's I took last spring with grim nostalgia, and I want to share them with you here.
These Nigella's had selfseeded in 2019.
As a break from stressfull digital teaching I blew bubbles in the back garden.
A little bee sheltered from the spring rains in a dierama flower.
Spring flowers.
Chili pepper flower, pumpkin flower buds, and ripening strawberries.
Sweet peas (Dutch: Siererwten) against the sky and in a vase.
