It is always a joy to return to La Chaise from ‘Away’ especially in the Spring. The grass and the trees have been washed clean. New grass is lushly growing. Catkins grace the hazel twigs, sway with the slightest waft of air. The stream flows from the ravine into the lake. It overflows. The sheep in the shed complain: they want OUT, NOW.
Of course there is mud, there are puddles and water flows from the woods to join the stream. The sheep cannot be allowed out quite yet for 80 kilos spread over four small cloven feet, probably half the size of your hand, will churn up fields worse than a wild boar looking for worms. We compromise and let them into the fenced woodland either side of the house. The sheep eat anything green, the lambs just rush around being silly.
Hyacinths returned to the ‘wild’
And I rush around to see which wild flowers have come out where, whether the rosettes of fat green leaves that indicate possible wild orchids later are in the usual places. Also I like to check whether the ‘re-wilding’ of my former pot plants has succeeded. The answer is mostly, or yes up to a point. It has succeeded with hyacinths liberated from the window boxes and with some primulas. Some of the latter come back with primula flowers – one reverted back to being a cowslip, but a dark red cowslip. I think the sheep ate it.
Daffodils a-drooping
Given the conventional idea that Nature’s creations are all ‘fit for purpose’ (humans excepted, possibly) I wonder why so many daffodil stems break once they carry a flower? It does not seem to vary with the type of daffodil, double or single, narcissus or classic yellow, wild or planted. For three score years and ten (plus)* I have believed that daffodils, like all bulb plants, spread by the division of the parent bulb. Now I learn that they also have seeds but these take a long time to germinate into a bulb then a flower. Not a commercial proposition – but may account for random clumps appearing suddenly in unexpected places.
Rescued daffodils on kitchen table
Planting daffodil bulbs is not as easy as I had thought. Some years ago I bought about 100 bulbs from a very respectable Dutch horticultural catalogue and asked Arnold to plant them at the end of the lawn. They came up two years running then … I don’t know, either that part of the lawn was too dry or the moles had eaten the bulbs.
One worrying observation: the juniper bushes on the slopes of Fontenelles field (aka ‘Greece’ towards no 4 green) are all dying. As these are very much associated with wild orchids – why, I do not know – I was much saddened. Young juniper bushes are springing up elsewhere – but how long before the wild orchids migrate to join them?
The end of junipers on ‘Greece’?
* Actually I don’t think my mother taught me about bulbs until I could read, so deduct five years from that figure.