March has felt like one long, arduous wait for April. While the world around me was going more and more crazy, out of nowhere the snowdrops pushed their pearl-like heads out of the thawing ground… the first bulb flowers to appear without being forced.
Beautiful little white snowdrops, bobbing their little heads in the breeze.
I would love to say that they were the first signs of spring, but the tulips pushed their way out of the ground much, much earlier this year. The strangest year of my life.
The month started with murmurings of a virus. My son caught the sniffles and started getting night fevers, so we kept him home. I worked from home while my office in Oslo was being renovated. Suddenly I was told to not go to the office. Suddenly I was told that the government was shutting the company that I was working for down temporarily.
My whole world felt unsteady when I bought this Magnolia tree, a Leonard Messel. I dug a hole into the ground, filled it with composted cow manure and bonemeal, plopped the Magnolia into the hole and then watered it well in. It felt like an important thing to do.
The following two nights a hard night-frost came to visit our garden.
I visit the tree every day now, water it in, and whisper a few words of apology to it. I hope that it didn’t get too shocked by the frost. I hope that it survives the year of Corona.
Little by little purple heads started appearing in the lawn. Towards the end of march I could see the beginnings of what I am trying to create. A lawn filled with naturalized Crocus. I am hoping that they will thrive and multiply.
How strange this year has been so far. The first year that the Crocus bloomed in this garden.