A couple hours of cleanup yesterday meant I could enjoy a bit more of the little the garden has to offer today under some rather murky skies. Pale lavender crocus have thrust their way through the earth to brighten the dappled shadows beneath the naked Japanese willow.
The Indian Plum looks like it may make a decent showing this year after I brought it home more than a year ago after volunteering with King County's Native Plant Salvage program. This deciduous shrub is only about three feet right now, but should eventually reach roughly 15 feet. I'm hoping for some spring flowers to bloom this year. And we'll have to see if it puts on fruit, which will tell me this is of the female variety.
Corsican Hellebore in the woodland garden. This lovely has survived trampling by my dogs, thanks perhaps to strategic placement of some stumps salvaged from a friends yard.
The first glowing bloom of Witch Hazel 'Diane.' It's right on time with it's late winter bloom, but I still don't detect any aroma as some have noted. Still, it's enough just to have a bright spot in the garden as the days waffle between gay and gloomy.
Some berries linger on the female Skimmia placed near the back gate, just as you walk down steps into the backyard. I'm surprised these managed to make a full-scale assault by my little guy and several of the children who attended my Little Sprouts classes. They made a fun game of plucking the fruit and launching it into the grass. Let's hope this plant doesn't easily sprouts.