Here at Clover Hill (my home in New York’s Hudson Valley, zone 5-b), spring is bustin’ out all over! Would you like to see what I see when I waltz through gardens? Waltz with me, baby.
Since you are a guest a Clover Hill, let me offer you something cold and zippy to drink.
In the boxwood garden, a pair of dwarf, weeping, crabapple trees are in rapturous bloom. The variety is ‘Red Jade.’
Red Jade’s flowers begin their careers as danging, reddish-pink buds. The buds open pink, and gradually fade to white.
Continuing north on the brick path, we bump into an ancient silver-leaf maple tree, with a charming group of daffodils at its feet.
The apricot-cupped daffodils are softly fragrant. Let me hold your martini while you bend down and sniff the perfume.
To the right of the maple tree, and blooming in a bed of pachysandra, is the delightful Dicentra spectabilis. There’s nothing at Tiffany & Co. that could rival these jewel-like “Bleeding Hearts.” I hope you have this pleasant perennial in your own garden.
Stunning too is the Forest Pansy Redbud now in bloom on the south hill. When the blossoms drop, the tree covers itself with heart-shaped leaves.
And by the way, the blissful scent in the air is not, as you may have thought, the expensive gin in your cocktail glass. It is, in fact, the mercifully strong perfume of Viburnum ‘Cayuga.’ I have two of these shrubs at the front corners of the kitchen garden.
In spring, Cayuga lights itself with reddish-orange pincushions. As the weather warms, the buds mature into fragrant white snowballs. Cayuga is nothing if not generous. It blooms in both spring and autumn!
Opposite the kitchen garden is the pool garden. We opened the pool last week. At the moment, the water is too frigid for humans. But it is perfect for polar bears.
And here’s the Woodland Garden, the site of a former dump that I filled with all kinds of forest-y plants. Only a few of the plants are ready for closeups. Shall we greet them?
Say “hello” to this purple-flowered PJM rhododendron…
And these ferns that are busy unfurling their feathery fronds…
And these beautiful, beautiful Virginia bluebells.
And this concludes our little garden dance. I hope you enjoyed your time here as much as I enjoyed your company. Let’s sit on the slatted swing in the Woodland Garden and polish off our martinis. And then, in the comments field below, you can tell me all about your love life. And if there’s nothing to report in that category, just talk about the plants in your own garden. What’s blooming for you?