In early March, Louise Wrinkleās Birmingham, Alabama, garden is already colorful with pink and white flowering quinces (Chaenomeles speciosa varieties), double pink Camellia japonica āDebutanteā, and the white-edged dark green leaves of fragrant Daphne odorata āVariegataā .
Iām sure youāve heard at least one gardener lament: āIf only you could have been here yesterday!ā I know from experience that many things only last a day. The fleeting bloom of a daylily is a good exampleāhere today and gone tomorrow. But rather than a particular flower, itās those perfect, ephemeral moments of just being in the garden that I most miss when they go by.
I donāt want to freeze these occasions. I want instead to be truly present, and all too often, I am not. Traveling away from the garden makes being there all the more precious. (Iām writing this in winter, when thankfully, the memory of noxious weeds has faded, and Iāve recovered enough from the tough tasks to be thinking again of plants and next yearās garden. In a month, Iāll be champing at the bit to get back out there.)
There will be a day in early spring when the breeze blowing across my face feels warm for the first time. There will be the summer days when combinations, planned for years, finally click and come together. There will be the crescendo of autumn colors. And yes, there will also be the first snowfall with flakes as big as postage stamps or as fine as dust, coating the earth and turning the messy tangle of faded perennials angel white.
Author Allen Lacy wrote in his 1992 book, The Gardenerās Eye, āGardeners, like everyone else, live second by second and minute by minute. What we see at one particular moment is then and there before us. But there is a second way of seeing. Seeing with the eye of memory, not the eye of our anatomy, calls up days and seasons past and years gone by.ā
Itās funny to admit in a book like this with its feasts for the eyes, that all of my senses are delighted by the garden. The sensations that summon the dearest recollections are often smells. There are the sweet perfumes of summer roses and autumn aromas like the caramel and toast of the weeping katsura treeās turning leaves (Cercidiphyllum japonicum āPendulaā). Perhaps the smell that conjures the strongest memories for me is the earth as it begins to thaw: The plants stir and come back to life in natureās first seasonāspring.
Thankfully, Ellenās scans capture something about these momentsāforever.
Mid-March, Alabama: A Leucojum vernum; B Edgeworthia chrysantha flowers; C Daphne odorata āVariegataā; D split-cup double yellow daffodil; E Ilex vomitoria (yaupon holly); F Edgeworthia chrysantha; G Camellia japonica.
According to the calendar, the New Year begins on January 1, but natureās New Year begins in spring. When does spring start in your climate? The sight of the first robin used to be a sure sign of winterās end, but according to Ohio wildlife expert Jim McCormac, youāre apt to see robins year-round now since their migration patterns began changing in the 1990s. If we are judging by the earth and sun, winter ends on March 20, the equinox when darkness and daylight both last for the same number of hours. That date is pretty much in line with the earliest things in my gardenācrocus, Eranthis, Iris reticulataābut the saucer magnolias in my friend Tom Kosterās neighborhood in Oakland, California, are already in full bloom by then.
When Louise Wrinkleās garden in Birmingham, Alabama, presents a surprise every single day, the calendar claims itās still winter. By March 21, her camellias have been blooming for months, the buds of the flowering quince (Chaenomeles varieties) are opening, and Daphne odora āVariegataā fills the air with its spicy fragrance. The plants were scanned in February.
At least I can count on daffodils to herald springā early springāthe first one to bloom in my Brooklyn garden, a cyclamineus type, opens in January. The daffs continue to flower by variety, through āToy Boatā and āIrish Coffeeā to ivory āThaliaā until the very last one fadesāin early July. Spring daffodils pay no attention to what month it is.
Most people think of daffodils as being yellow with trumpets and collars (corona and perianth), but there are, depending on whom you consult, between 20 and 50 Narcissus species, and over 25,000 named and registered hybrids and cultivars in 13 divisions of the official classification system.
A few times when I was giving lectures, I took an informal, unscientific poll of my gardening audience, and asked them in what month they were born. The response was surprising. Many gardeners were born in the spring. The number one month was April. March and May were close seconds: Aries and Taurus for those of you into astrology (Iām not). Perhaps people associate their birthday celebrations with the coming of the new growing season, specks of green leaves on twigs, the first flowers. I told my findings to a friend, and he said that was ridiculous. His mother was the best gardener he ever knew, and she was born in November. After further discussion, I discovered she was born in the Southern Hemisphere. Go figure.
Many varieties of early May ādaffsā in Sandi Blazeās Connecticut garden.
Late April, northwest New Jersey. New growth on Japanese maple āButterfliesā; tulip āOrange Emperorā; double-flowered quince Chaenomeles speciosa āCameoā; tulip āPrinses Ireneā; reddish new growth on Spiraea x bumalda āMagic Carpetā; Geum rivale bud.
Allen Haskell, the late landscape designer, once said, āAnyone can do spring.ā He was dismissing proud homeownersā achievements with a flippant remark. I know what he meant. You can drive around old neighborhoods in March, April, or May depending on where you live, and see the riotous colors of evergreen Kurume azaleasāhot orange, magenta, and violet. And how about those spring-flowering bulbs that come with the blossom already formed and stored in the center of their onion-like layers. What do you have to do to get color from these plants? Stick āem in the ground and forget āem.
Natureās on the gardenerās side.
The alpine plant authority Geoffrey Charlesworth wrote something nicer: āSpring makes its own statement, so loud and clear that the gardener seems to be only one of the instruments, not the composer.ā
Anyone can do spring, but not everyone takes advantage of natureās more subtle gifts. Salix chaenomeloides is a pussy willow that begins its display of silvery catkins every February in my Zone 6 gardenāmore than a month before S. caprea, the variety usually seen in public and private gardens, or sold as cut branches. The large shrub also bears handsome matte gray-green leaves.
There are even more surprises that appear weeks before the flaming azaleas. For instance, plantsā newly emerging leaves and shootsāāpubescent growth.ā The flower buds on the wild red maple (Acer rubrum) trees swell, and the highway near my New Jersey garden appears as if a pale crimson fog has settled in the hollows between the hills.
The gold-leaved Spiraea japonica varieties have amber new growth that lasts for months before its leaves attain their mature chartreuse color. Iāve planted the early tulip āOrange Emperorā and later āPrinses Ireneā next to S. āMagic Carpetā for a color echo. The flowering quince variety āCameoā blossoms in the background to continue the color scheme.
Baptisia species, herbaceous perennial members of the pea family, look like asparagus when they begin to emerge. The shoots on the cultivar āPurple Smokeā are nearly black. Beneath these perennials, small, early āminor bulbsā bloom, including the pale pink glory-of-the-snow (Chionodoxa forbesii āPink Giantā), white Puschkinia scilloides āAlbaā, and an understated baby pink grape hyacinth (Muscari āPink Sunriseā).
Sure, yellow daffodils and red tulips and, forgive me, those garish azaleas pack a punch. Yet, there are so many other, more restrained plants that personalize the vernal performance. By selecting the most interesting plants and putting them together thoughtfully and beautifully, you can be the conductor of your own spring symphony.
Early April, central New Jersey: Sc...