Winter is dragging on, isn’t it?

Winter is dragging on, isn’t it?

Let’s see what’ was in bloom on Feb. 18.


Feb 18.  American Hazelnut (Corylus americana) catkins and Pussy Willow (Salix discolor) branches cut and brought into the house a week before.



Feb 18  Wild Stonecrop (Sedum ternatum) is our area’s only sedum.   In nature  it is found on shady limestone bluffs, but grows well  as an edging around  shady flagstone patios or concrete sidewalks or driveways.  As an added bonus, it is evergreen, as shown above.

Feb 18  Snowdrops  (Galanthus nivalis)


Feb 18  Winter Aconite (Earanthus hyemalis).  I realize these two ephemerals are not native, but they hitchhiked  here in transplants of native wildflowers from a previous garden.  Because of their early bloom, I can’t bear to get rid of them.  The Winter Aconite is joyfully seeding itself about near a tree that provides summer shade and allows winter sun.  The Snowdrops are near my north side back door and are diminishing.

What’s that?  You don’t see any of these plants blooming in your yard?


That’s because I took these photos last year on this date–when spring was way to early.



5 Responses to Winter is dragging on, isn’t it?

  1. Pat February 20, 2013 at 11:07 am #

    Thanks, Pat. I needed a pick-me-up!

  2. Karen Sauter February 20, 2013 at 12:01 pm #

    Thank you for reminding me of Spring! A winter storm is moving in and the frosty wind is whipping around corners but there is comfort in remembering those first flowers!

  3. Midge February 20, 2013 at 1:21 pm #

    The poem is quite wonderfu. Thanks.

  4. sue February 20, 2013 at 2:02 pm #

    Hi Pat,
    It does seem like a long winter although all of the rain has replenished some of the ponds. The poem is lovely and so perfect for the season. Thanks for the pick-me-up.

  5. Suzanne Poursine Massion February 20, 2013 at 7:05 pm #

    “In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
    Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
    Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
    In the bleak midwinter, long ago.”

    Pat, I couldn’t resist another bit of poetry, lyrics to an old song by Christina Rossetti. See you in the spring.

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