From HinTN:
Ask and you shall receive. Here’s a little tour of what’s blooming in my yard on 16 March 2025.
This is a view of the feral daffodils on the hillside below the house. They escaped from the garden of Aunt Lizzie Long, the matriarch of the family that owned this property from land grant to the time she sold it to my grandfather. There’s a similar, but much larger, herd in the woods and along the creek to the east of my property. My mother and her sister took us kids every Spring to tromp through the woods on the “daffodil walk.”
This is a look back at the source of that creek in the previous picture. The cave is commonly known as Blowing Spring because in the summer it fills that bowl with nice cool air.
Mrs H introduced those Hellebores on that hillside below the house and they have invasively thrived. Coming soon in that green patch beside the creek will be Virginia Bluebells.
Looking east toward the other arm of the Cumberland Plateau, which with the ridge behind the house forms the head of the holler. I planted those forsythia years ago. They get huge and sprawly and I have to take a firm hand to them every five years or so.
You can’t really see it but the red quince is just starting to bloom.
A few of the daffodils in the yard.
Top photo: The big yellow guy is a King Alfred. I’ve got them everywhere but the polar vortex put a hammer to them this year.
The narcissus are just the sweetest things. It’s time to divide them.
The big white trumpet is a Mt. Hood. They’re not as prolific af the King Alfreds. I divided most of them last year so there are very few blooms. They are magnificent when the stand gets established.
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