Well actually, there is no sunshine today, we have grey skies and snow. But never mind I have brought some sunshine into the house for my vase this Monday.
Of course it is not in bloom outside yet, but I cut these branches last week and they open up in the warmth of the house very quickly. Forsythia is such a common sight in every garden that it doesn’t stop us in our tracks, although perhaps it would if we saw it for the first time. I am not sure which this one, probably either’ Lynwood Gold’ or ‘Spectabilis’. I have dug up countless forsythias in this garden, but I keep this large one simply for the pleasure of bringing some early spring into the house. The flowers are a shiny and bright, even rather brash yellow.
In my last post I came clean and admitted to being a cherry blossom snob and now I have to admit to being a forsythia snob. But when buying plants I do believe in buying the best and choicest cultivars. Rather than choose the ubiquitous canary- yellow forsythia I would go for the lovely primrose yellow Forsythia suspensa ‘Nymans’. But then perhaps on a day like today, the brighter the better.
Not even the pickiest plant snob could object to any of the dear little reticulated irises. The name comes from the fact that the bulbs are covered in a net-like coat. They come in a wonderful range of colours and there are some gorgeous new hybrids. Some little irises come up year after year, specially any of the histrioides hybrids. Others such as the yellow Iris danfordiae disappear without trace so you have to treat them like annuals. As it is such a dismal day I thought I would bring a few into the house. Some I had in pots in the greenhouse, the others I had to grub around in the snow to find. I used Iris ‘Lady Beatrix Stanley’, ‘Alvide’, ‘Harmony’,’Pauline’, ‘Painted Lady’ and ‘Katharine’s Gold’. I have nice fat buds of other varieties waiting to open, so the little iris season doesn’t come all at once.
Thanks to Cathy at ramblinginthegarden for encouraging us to have some cheery vases to enjoy, specially during the bleakest winter months when we gardeners are champing at the bit waiting for spring.