Now that the snow is gone and the winter is (hopefully) over, the Temporary Garden has finally thawed out – at least to the point where flower-hunting is possible. But the pickings are still slim, as shown by this one clump of purple crocus and one lonely aconite shivering in the chilly wind. The aconite…
My ‘temporary garden’ isn’t what you might think; it’s not a container garden, nor one filled with tender plants to be discarded at season’s end, nor a rented-space garden, nor a garden that I plan to rip out and remake. In fact it’s what most people would probably consider to be a “mature” garden: there…
The Chatsworth Lady 