The winter aconite peaked while I was away. Early March brought the first of the miniature daffodils in the front garden,
the hellebores in all their glory,
and the first year of the chionodoxa under the oakleaf hydrangeas in the corner. I feared that the flooding that plagues that corner might have made the bulbs rot, but as usual I was simply too impatient. Not quite a sea of gentian blue, but over the years I hope it will have the same effect as Mom's sea of blue under the crabapple.
More emerging shoots:
bluebells (mertensia) blue
anemone blanda under the oak tree
sweet woodruff whorls
and the foliage of bleeding hears.