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March Flowering

Spring has come and the Missoni garden is in full bloom

Spontaneous flowers in a large country garden like Rosita Missoni's are a thing of absolute, pure beauty: starting with hyacinths, present here in their varieties known as Scilla Campanulata and Scilla Hyacinthe Hispanica. Both varieties are notable for the shape of their flowers, which grow in clusters of softly drooping, magnificently-scented bells.


Crocuses have been popping up among the grass for a while now, as have primroses, the true harbingers of spring as their very name makes clear: primula is derived from the Latin primus, meaning first. The fuchsia Primula Veris is most commonly called cowslip, while the primrose (Primula Vulgaris) is always yellow.


The loosestrife (Lysimachia) may easily be confused with the buttercup, although its petals are a noticeably brighter shade of yellow. Its peculiarity is that its leaves are evergreens: even in the dead of winter, they never wilt. The periwinkle (Vinca Major) is also an evergreen perennial: its stoutness makes it perfect as groundcover.


The word anemone means “daughter of the wind” in ancient Greek: a lovely definition for a wery wide genus of very different plants. The Mr Fokker variety, pictured here, is a striking shade of purple with deep blue inner petals.


With their unique blend of colours and nuanced petals, tulips (Tulipa Prestas) are among the most colourful additions to the Missonis' garden; but daffodils, with their complicated architectural shape and vivid shade of yellow, are the true stars of the season. To quote William Wordsworth:


I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.



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