I love this time of year for so many reasons - reading to Lewi by our cosy fire, lot of cups of tea, lunch on the verandah in the wintery sun, early evenings, walking whenever we feel like it rather than being dictated to by the flies and the heat, bare branches on trees, crisp mornings, cloudy, cold, dark days (yep, I know that's not the norm but give me cloud and rain over the sun any day...), slow cooked foods, soups and crusty bread with heaps of butter (though I'm trying to hold back on the butter a little, should read ALOT, this winter) but one of my most favourite parts of winter is seeing my winter bulbs come to life after their long summer slumber.
I always forget I have bulbs. If they're not right in front of me then they don't exist until.....
...their cute little heads pop up out of the ground and peer through the mulch with a big HELLO! I can't even remember which bulbs these are...I think they are my daffodils???...I must mark them down in my gardening journal one of these days.
These are some of the earlier bulbs that I seemed to miss until they were strappy and much more awake and mature. The quiet ones of the garden...obviously!
These paper white jonquils are my earliest flowering bulbs.
*** Note to self - the same note I write every year - PLANT MORE BULBS!!!!!!!!