In the spring, I need to see every flower

In the earliest spring days, which is really the last winter days, I need to see every flower. Yes, I feel like every flower that blooms needs a personal visit from me.

I need to see them all. I cringe at the thought that one of the many flowers that lies dormant in a bulb in the ground for almost a year since it last appeared should not be properly greeted when it blooms.

I worry that if I don't make an effort to see them all—take pictures of them, admire them, flatter them, and in general make a bit of a fuss over them—they'll get their feelings hurt and never return.

Flowers have feelings?

Or should that be "flowers have feelings".

I suppose the feelings are actually mine. I'm thrilled to see all the blooms. I run around the garden looking for them, taking pictures of them, and hoping that when I see them they've just opened up. I'm disappointed in myself if I see a bloom for the first time and it is already fading.

This spring, late winter, I'm nearly out of breath trying to keep up with all the flowers. I think they are early though my garden journal tells me at least some of them have shown up this early before. There are dozens of snowdrops and crocuses and the little irises. I've come to expect them to bloom early and actually do start looking for them in early February.

Then come the daffodils in March.

Apparently, daffodils don't see calendars and check off the days until they should bloom. They just know it's warm after it was cold so it must be time for the show, even if it is February.

The first of the daffodils opened a few days ago.
These are tiny little daffs, no taller than six inches, if that tall.  I think they are always the first to open, but this year I think they are also early to open.

I know this daffodil is early.
It looks a bit scrawny, too, like it had to dress in a hurry when it felt how warm the days have been and realized the show has started.  With all the warm weather, poor dear must have thought she was late.

If only I could have told her before she bloomed that there's more cold weather coming and she may not like it. I'd also like to tell the swelling leaf buds on the trees to hold off and don't open just yet. Really, I'd like to tell all the other spring blooms to slow up a bit. It's not their time yet.

But I'm merely the one with the camera who is running from bloom to bloom as fast as she can hoping to see them before they fade and tell them each, individually, how pretty and special they are to me.

And they still do as they please, and so far, they please to bloom early.


Lisa Greenbow said…
I am sure that flowers have feelings too. They appreciate all the TLC you give them. Crazy weather has everything all stirred up. They are going to get cold this weekend.Hang on to your hat in this wind.
Kathy said…
Yes, they do as they please. Sometimes it's not so smart. But all we can do is enjoy them while we have them.
My daffs are not ready to bloom, but they will come when they are ready! Crazy weather, 74 yesterday and snow today. Ugh!
Linnae said…
I am exactly the same way! I have to check on the shoots coming up and take pictures regularly, even though I am probably the only person who cares how much taller they are this week. Spring fever is real! :) I've still got another few weeks before even crocuses bloom, probably, and I'm trying to content myself with photos from years past. Hence the blog, right?
Gardeninglove said…
I too find myself pacing up and down the garden searching for blooms. Any sign of life after what always feels like a long winter. I get really excited when I spot new flowers, a real sense of achievement (sad I know ��) . I dragged my husband into the garden 2 days ago to show him the mini daffodils like an over excited kid. He just looked at me lost and said "hmmm" .
Loved your post, it's nice when you share an understanding with someone.
I feel the same way! Every spring flower has to be greeted! You are a marvelous writer!
Love the early spring flowers. I have an Iris blooming it is a rebloomer.
RobinL said…
I feel this way all year long. Every flower bloom must get a personal greeting from me. I suppose it's not entirely possible to greet every rose and every clematis, but I'd sure love to try!