Late January blooms

Late January and the weeds are flourishing in my garden. It seems that they do best in winter when there's hardly any competition from the plants that the gardener actually wants to grow. I've been spending a lot of time lately digging them out, but so far I'm losing the battle. They grow faster than I can dig.

 Even so, it's not all weeds in the garden as we head into February. The garden is beginning to stir from its short winter nap and some plants are even blooming. 

My little Tazetta narcissus plants (I think this one is called 'Texas star') are just beginning to bloom. They seem to get earlier every year.

Not many actually have open blooms yet, but it's a start and enough to lift my spirits.

Seeing the flowers of the gerbera daisies always lifts my spirits.

And the little violas continue to bloom from pots around the patio.

The loropetalum is not in full bloom yet but it will be soon. Its fringy flowers reveal its relationship to witch-hazels.

I do like the sweet little flowers of the feverfew blooming by my back porch.

Out by the garden shed, the 'Peggy Martin' rose is getting an early start on its bloom year.

'Peggy's' cluster of blooms form a natural nosegay.

The Carolina jessamine is just beginning to wake up. Its flower buds are swelling.

This one is just about ready to open.

No flowers in the little goldfish pond. The water lilies are all resting now. All that greenery is just a reflection of vegetation around the pond, among some floating fish food pellets and a reflection of the bright blue winter sky. The goldfish provide the complementary orange as they bask in the sun.

 Spring arrives early and usually in a rush here. By this time next month, we likely will be seeing its clear signs. For the moment, the signs are beginning to show - we just have to look a little harder for them.  

Comments

  1. JayneJanuary 30, 2019 at 2:47 PM

    Weeds (or at least Bermuda grass, as taken over our island beds too. I have nothing blooming at all. Lovely to see the color in your garden.

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    1. Dorothy BordersJanuary 30, 2019 at 3:31 PM

      Bermuda grass is insidious. It can take over a bed before you even realize it is there, regardless of the season. The war against it is constant and ongoing.

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  2. CarmenJanuary 30, 2019 at 4:31 PM

    Your blooms are a sight for sore eyes. Right now we're through snow squalls with almost zero visibility. Tonight and the next two days will be brutally cold. :-o

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    1. Dorothy BordersJanuary 30, 2019 at 5:56 PM

      Stay safe and warm and be glad you are not in the midwest.

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  3. Arun goyalJanuary 31, 2019 at 11:32 AM

    Your feverfew is a delight to eyes,my narcissus could take another month to come into bloom..have a great weekend

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    1. Dorothy BordersJanuary 31, 2019 at 1:05 PM

      The narcissus blooms on its own schedule, doesn't it? Well, all plants do, I guess.

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  4. Judy KruegerJanuary 31, 2019 at 11:55 AM

    I have a few things blooming: lantana, african daisies, and a couple of those little lilies. I have seen roses around town. I don't grow roses. I love them but we don't get along. Spring should be wondrous here because we have had a good bit of rain. In fact it is raining again today!

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    1. Dorothy BordersJanuary 31, 2019 at 1:07 PM

      Same here. We've had a very rainy fall and winter. Good for refilling the aquifers and so that the trees can drink deeply, storing moisture against the trial of our long, hot, and usually dry summer.

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