Not all gardeners have room for drifts. Or copses or swales or wealds. Some of us simply haven't got the space.
...or do we?
If you doubt your ability to cultivate a drift, I present to you: Crocus tommasinianus.
This sweet little late winter bloomer sows itself in patches - with grace, abandon, and good composition. All in the space of a dollhouse-sized acre.
Unconvinced, you say? Your postage-stamp sized parcel could never accommodate any sort of drift, let alone drifts (plural!)?
Well then, I now present to you: documentation of my barnyard, against a backdrop of endless swaths of cottony, sky-blue Crocus tommasinianus.
6 comments:
Ha,haha,ha,who knew?
What a lovely little crocus. It makes for a truly stunning barn yard indeed...much prettier than ours at the moment!
excellent menagerie!
Oh my, I think this may be the cutest darn thing I've ever seen.
The color of the crocus is splendid, too pale for robin's egg--like the whisps in the sky on a late summer evening. What richness to have a whole drift.
love it.
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