The garden is a paradise of fecund moments. There are buds everywhere, especially in the tulip department. In a few days, nest week, there will be flowers and the fecund promise will be resolved. I have never used this word and had no idea that it actually existed. However, my garden seemes to know its meaning and I am sure I will not be disappointed.

Some of the new arrivals have already shown what they have. This hyacinth is one of my favourites, probably beause I grew it from seed. I once planted a few côrms, or bulbs, as they are also known. The first year it was just leaves, and a year later a few weak flower stalks. Now after about ten years they flower every year, bigger and better constantly. Now I have my accual hyacinth flower show. More and more fecund arrivals. Now the crocus are finished and in another corner of the garden the daffodils are in full bloom.

My first little garden was in a back yard of our old house in England. It was nothing special but everything grew. We even had yellow iris planted by my grandfather many years ago. My mum and I tried everything, we even had an aspidestra in a pot – a what? Yes, one of the original flowers from British Victorian times, probably no longer so many, belonging to history, but we both enjoyed our small flower efforts. I just discovered that even Amazon have aspidestra.

So that is my fecund experiment for today.