Even though the wind is bitterly rasping, some spring flowers in my little wild garden have remained steadfast and continue to give a good show. (Although the Marsh Marigold, or Kingcup, flowers are all lying flat in the water under ice!)
I am not sure why Snakeshead Fritillaries continue to grow in my clayey-space but I am very pleased they do with their beautiful, nodding heads. Here is a little poem I wrote about them:
The RHS so love this flora
They really like its bell-shaped aura
‘Award of Garden Merit’ gained
This hardy native flower named
With checkered pattern all bizarre
From Mauve to white this lovely flower
Grows in grass or under shrubs
Or proudly shows in giant tubs
The purple bells ‘sing’ with the lark
The white ones have a ‘watermark’
Extremely hardy, trouble-free
In splendour grow for all to see (except when the Lily beetle comes!)
Here are a few garden photographs taken today (7 April 2021), and a few of paintings I have done to do with my little wild garden:
