April Flowers In Season Garden

April flowers…in season…in my garden.

I am not a gardener by any stretch but I interviewed a gardener for an article coming out next month and it inspired me to write a little more about the topic.

April flowers at my place

Purple Pansies

I love spring. Sigh. And the rain stopped for one day here in southwestern Canada so I feel hopeful again. Even if it lasts a mere moment before the rain comes back for more.

One of the things I love doing when I get home from a long day at work is walk around my flower beds and visit my flower friends. It’s remarkable how much they change in a day. Watching them grow before your eyes is an experience I can’t put into words but it fills me with wonder and awe and I feel my stress and anxiety melt away.

I found these pansies last summer, blooming in the middle of the front yard. My husband was mowing so I grabbed my shovel and rescued the plant, transplanting it in a front flowerbed where it was safe from the mower’s blade. What began as two flowers is now…quite something to behold!

April Flowers Hyacinth

For some reason I always forget these flowers are called grape hyacinths. Hyacinths, hyacinths. These are perfect flowers for me because they come up every year, low maintenance and have such a nice fragrance! They attract a lot of happy bees as well, which I’m glad for.

April Flowers Yellow Pansy

This is my newest yard rescue, found in March—again in the front yard—and is now safe from the lawn mower in my flower garden. I keep calling these plants pansies but you know, I’m not quite certain I’m right. When I Google it similarish flowers come up but not similar enough to remove all doubt. Perhaps this is my summertime quest.

April Flowers Daffodil

And this is my daffodil. What’s funny though, is I didn’t know I had a daffodil because I’ve never seen it before. This will be my third summer at my home and I’ve never had a daffodil. And I’ve never planted a daffodil. And yet, there it sits. Regal and daffodilly. And right smack in the middle of my flower bed. So. There we go. I have a daffodil.

My yard has a lot of shade so many of my flowers don’t show up until closer to summer. But right around the corner I’ll have tulips, lilacs and lilies so I may have to do this again.

Other times I wrote about gardening (but not April flowers)

Dandelion… Barometres?

I know a little (but not a lot) about dandelions. However, I was confused the other day when it was raining and I came upon this dandelion taking the weather like a champ.

What I thought I knew about dandelions was they would be all fluffy and feathery when the weather was good, and then close up when storms came.

So what was happening to the dandelion I saw? Was my original belief incorrect? Are west coast dandelions more used to the elements since it rains so much here? Was it just not raining hard enough? Was this dandelion a slow learner?

So many questions.

Picture turned out good though.

Career Change at Age 5

My career as flower girl really took off after my tryout in peach. The next year or maybe the one after I was asked to be the flower girl again in a wedding and even though I had to share the limelight with my brother I remembered the white chocolates and everything was OK.

Except… well, there wasn’t any chocolate bribery this time. Apparently when you reach a certain age they think you don’t need extra coaxing down the aisle.

Well I never!

So I changed career paths. Weddings became a thing of the past. Now I was into gymnastics.

I like this photo because it’s so flattering. A few of my crew and I took our first gymnastics class down at the rec centre where I learned things like push ups and somersaults. However, it was my entire goal in life to learn a cartwheel and so I would practice for hours out in the back yard. It was probably a pretty sad sight. Gymnastics didn’t come naturally to me.

Not so coordinated. Or bendy.

But, me being me, I wouldn’t let a thing like “natural ability” get in my way. So I kept practicing.

And you know, eventually I did perfect the cartwheel. And the roundoff. And the one-handed cartwheel. And the handspring. And it was awesome.

And just for fun here’s our annual Roste kids photo. I think it’s about 1984 here. Not sure though, my mom stopped labelling the photos long before this one.