flower, gardening

Chatelaine

Some flowers attract attention from a distance, while others invite you to come a little closer. Lupinus polyphyllus ‘Chatelaine’, a member of the Russell Lupin group, is one of those flowers. Its tall flower spikes may not always be the largest in the garden, but there is a grace and elegance about them that makes me stop and admire them every summer.


The blooms are a beautiful blend of pink shades, creating a soft display that stands out among the greens of early summer. As the flower spikes sway gently in the breeze, they bring movement and colour to the garden. On warm days they attract bees and other pollinators, and I often find myself watching the activity around them for a few moments longer than I intended.


Over the years I have grown many different flowers, but some become favourites simply because they never disappoint. Chatelaine is one of those plants. It returns faithfully each year and produces its flowers just as the garden is beginning to reach its summer peak. In a northern garden, where the growing season always feels too short, dependable plants become especially valuable.


One of the things I appreciate most about this lupin is how easily it fits into a mixed flower bed. It combines beautifully with many other summer-flowering perennials without competing for attention. Some flowers demand to be the centre of attention, but Chatelaine seems content to complement its neighbours. The result is a natural and balanced display that looks different every year depending on the weather and the surrounding plants.


Every growing season brings its own surprises. One summer may be warm and sunny, another cool and rainy. Yet the garden always finds a way to reward patience. Even familiar plants reveal new details when viewed from season to season. Sometimes it is the abundance of flowers, sometimes the colours appear richer than usual, and sometimes it is simply the pleasure of seeing a favourite perennial emerge once again after a long winter.


At the cottage by the lake, summer days seem to pass at a gentler pace. Morning coffee on the terrace and quiet moments spent looking at the flower beds have become small traditions that I look forward to every year. Chatelaine fits perfectly into those moments. It is not an extravagant flower, but it has a quiet beauty that never fails to catch my eye.


As June turns into July and the garden reaches one of its most colourful periods, I often find myself appreciating plants like Chatelaine the most. They may not be the rarest or most unusual flowers, but they bring reliability, beauty and a sense of continuity to the garden. Year after year they return, bloom and remind me why I enjoy gardening so much.


Lupinus polyphyllus ‘Chatelaine’ is one of those plants whose beauty grows with familiarity. The more summers I spend with it, the more I appreciate its charm. Sometimes the most memorable flowers are not the loudest ones, but those that quietly return and make each summer feel complete.

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Water Snake

I came across a grass snake while walking along the road this time, rather than by the water. It was one of those quiet moments that seem small at first but stay with you afterwards. The snake moved off the warm surface slowly, unhurried, and for a moment I simply stopped and watched before continuing on.


The species is Natrix natrix, often called the grass snake or the water snake. Around here it is sometimes just referred to as a water snake, which suits it well when you see it swimming so naturally in the lake. Every summer, if you spend enough time near the water, you are likely to see one. They seem to belong here as much as the reeds, the fish, and the long northern evenings.


I have never really understood why so many people are afraid of them. Natrix natrix is completely harmless to humans. In Finland, we only have one truly venomous snake—the adder—and everything else you are likely to encounter in nature is safe. Still, snakes in general tend to carry a certain reputation that does not quite match reality.


Watching them changes that perception quickly. There is nothing aggressive about them. In fact, they are rather timid. If you surprise one, it will usually try to escape as quickly as it can, disappearing into grass or water. But if you stay still and quiet, they sometimes become used to your presence.


I have noticed that after a while, a grass snake may even remain nearby instead of fleeing. It might lift its head slightly, as if observing in return, before settling again. There is something peaceful in that moment, two beings sharing the same place without disturbance.


They seem to enjoy warmth just as much as any other creature. On calm days, you might find one resting on a rock or partly hidden in vegetation, simply sunbathing. The stillness of that scene fits perfectly with the rhythm of summer by the lake.


Their life is closely tied to water. They hunt fish and amphibians, and they move easily between land and lake. Seeing one swim is always a small highlight. The way they glide through the water—quiet, steady, almost effortless—fits so naturally into the landscape that it feels like just another part of it.


Here, seeing a grass snake is almost a tradition of summer. Year after year, they appear in the same familiar places, reminding you how nature continues its patterns regardless of everything else.


Moments like this remind me how much there is to notice if you slow down. The grass snake may not be the first animal people think of when they talk about beautiful wildlife, but it deserves far more appreciation than it usually gets. It is calm, harmless, and very much a part of this environment.


Next time you see one, it might be worth pausing instead of stepping back. Just watch for a moment. You may find it is not something to fear at all, but simply another quiet neighbour enjoying the same summer day.

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Columbine

If I had to choose just one flower, it would definitely be columbine.


Aquilegia, as it’s known in Latin, is not the most showy plant, nor the rarest, but for me it carries something no catalogue variety ever could. It has been here for as long as I can remember – and long before that. This is the same old variety my grandma once had growing in her garden, and it has now been part of this place for more than eighty years.


There is something quite special about that thought. Plants come and go, borders change, and new varieties arrive every year, but this one has simply stayed. Or perhaps more accurately, it has quietly moved.


Columbine is not a plant that stays politely where you put it. Individual plants only bloom for a few years in one spot before fading away, but the plant continues by setting seed and starting again somewhere new. One spring you notice it in one corner, and a few years later it appears in another. It disappears, and then returns as if nothing ever happened. It finds its own place.


That is exactly how mine behaves. It never really leaves the garden, but it never fully stays still either.


My earliest gardening memories are tied to this plant. As a child, I used to collect the seeds and scatter them around the garden without much thought. I planted them wherever I felt like it – along the paths, between other plants, sometimes even in places where nothing else seemed to grow. And very often, they did.


There is something generous about columbine. It doesn’t expect perfection. It grows in sun or light shade, finds small gaps, and quietly settles in. It fills that early summer moment in the garden, after the spring bulbs have faded and before the stronger summer flowers take over. The blooms are light and slightly nodding, with their distinctive spurs, delicate but never fragile.


Over time, the plants have changed a little. The colours are not always exactly the same from year to year. That is part of their charm. New seedlings appear with small variations, different shades or slightly altered shapes. But the original feeling of the plant remains – something familiar, something continuous.


The name Aquilegia comes from the Latin word aquila, meaning eagle, referring to the shape of the flower spurs. It’s an interesting detail, but for me the plant has always been something softer. I still think of it as my grandma’s flower.


Every year, when the first blooms open, it feels like a quiet return. Nothing dramatic, nothing demanding attention. Just a simple reminder that something has continued, through seasons and years, without needing much care from me.


These days, I don’t try to control where it grows. I let it decide. It always finds a place that works.
And maybe that is exactly why it has lasted this long. Not because it was carefully planned or protected, but because it has been allowed to move, to change, and to belong in its own way.


I’m just glad it’s still here.

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Russell Red

This summer, one of the flowers quietly catching my attention by the lake is the Russell Red lupin. The colour is slightly different from what I expected. It is not just red, but more of a mixture of red and pink, changing a little depending on the light. Sometimes it feels soft, almost faded, and at other times it shows a deeper, warmer tone.


I haven’t really had this colour before, and that is probably why it stands out. Still, it fits naturally into the surroundings. It does not feel too bright or too strong, just somewhere in between.


The Russell varieties are something I have come to appreciate over time. There is something reliable about them. They grow steadily, form their tall spikes, and then bloom in a way that feels generous. Even this red–pink shade, which is new to me, has that same calm presence.


These lupins belong to the Russell group, usually classified as Lupinus × regalis, hybrids originally developed from Lupinus polyphyllus. They are known for their strong vertical growth and wide range of colours, which is probably why every plant feels slightly different.


One thing I like especially is how easy they are. Here in the north, that matters. You cannot expect every plant to survive without some thought. You have to plan where they go. If the place is wrong, they slowly disappear. But when they are happy, they manage well on their own.
This one started blooming early in the season and continues steadily. The flowers open from the bottom upwards, which keeps them going for a long time. Even when I am not here every day, I know they will manage without much attention.


I am still waiting for the others to bloom. With these lupins, there is always a bit of uncertainty. You never fully know what colours will come.
For now, this red and pink mix is enough. It brings a quiet variation to the garden and works beautifully with the open space by the lake. Not perfect, not planned too much—just growing as it happens.

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Pohjola’s Daughter

A few years ago, I planted my first rhododendrons with great anticipation. At the time, I chose three varieties that looked beautiful in the nursery—lush leaves, promising buds, and colors that felt almost exotic in a northern garden. They are still alive today, which in itself feels like a small victory, but they have never truly thrived. Each spring they wake slowly, cautiously, and their growth has remained modest. I’ve come to suspect that they simply are not quite hardy enough for our conditions.


Still, it is hard to give up on rhododendrons. When they bloom, even modestly, they bring a completely different atmosphere to the garden—something soft, almost woodland-like, with their deep green leaves and layered flowers.


So this year, I decided to try again.


This time, I searched more carefully for varieties known for better hardiness in northern climates. Instead of choosing only by appearance, I focused on durability and resilience. I ended up bringing home two new plants, both slightly different in character but selected with the same hope: that they might adapt better to our winters.


One of them is already rewarding me, (Rhododendron ’Pohjola’s Daughter’).


It is now in bloom, and I find myself returning to look at it several times a day. The flowers are arranged with a quiet symmetry, forming a neat and balanced shape that feels almost deliberate. There is something satisfying about its structure—nothing wild or sprawling, but calm and composed.


Of course, early success in summer does not guarantee anything. Here in the north, the true test always comes later. Snow, wind, and long periods of cold will decide whether this plant can truly belong here.


Still, I allow myself a bit of optimism.


It would be wonderful to have rhododendrons that not only survive, but bloom reliably year after year. A plant that settles in, strengthens over time, and becomes part of the garden rather than a yearly uncertainty.


For now, I will simply enjoy this moment—this season of flowers, symmetry, and promise.


And in a few years, we will know the answer.

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Tahiti

This spring felt like a small success already, simply because Tahiti made it through the winter again. There’s always a quiet moment of relief when the first leaves come up, especially after a colder season. You never quite take it for granted.

Tahiti (Narcissus ‘Tahiti’) is easily the brightest daffodil I have. The colour is not shy in any way—strong yellow with a deeper, almost glowing orange in the centre. When the flowers open, they don’t look delicate or minimal like some narcissus. Instead, they feel full and slightly wild, with layers that catch the light differently depending on the time of day.

Here, they begin to flower in May and continue through the month. It’s a time when the garden is starting to settle, but still feels fresh and unfinished. Many plants are only just finding their place again after winter, and that’s where Tahiti stands out—it doesn’t wait quietly in the background.

For a few weeks, they bring that strong colour into the garden, and then they’re gone again for the season. By summer, they’ve already done their part. I like knowing that once May passes, the same bulbs will go on to spend the warmer months by the lake, resting and gathering strength for another year.

That rhythm suits them. A short, bright moment in spring, followed by a long, quiet stretch out of sight.

They’re also simple to live with. Like other daffodils, they don’t ask for much once planted. Autumn is the time to put the bulbs into the ground, and after that they take care of the rest. The leaves come and go, and while they may look untidy for a while after flowering, it’s part of the rhythm that keeps them returning each year.

Tahiti is not a quiet presence in the garden, but that’s exactly why I keep it. In May, when everything is beginning to take shape, it brings colour that feels confident and steady—something you can rely on each spring.

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Tete-a-Tete

At first glance, Tête-à-Tête daffodils (Narcissus ‘Tête-à-Tête’) can seem almost too delicate for the Finnish spring. They are compact, with short stems and cheerful yellow flowers that lean slightly to one side, as if in quiet conversation. It’s easy to assume they belong in sheltered spots or only in pots brought out for display. But over the years, I’ve come to see that they are tougher than they look.

These miniature daffodils are often among the first to appear once the snow retreats. Sometimes they push through cold soil that still feels more like early April than spring. A light frost doesn’t seem to worry them much. Their leaves may bend, and the flowers may look a little tired for a moment, but when the temperature rises again, they simply continue. There is a kind of quiet resilience in that.

In the garden, I’ve planted them in several places – along the edge of a path, near the base of a shrub, and even in spots where the soil is not particularly improved. They return reliably each year, forming small clumps that slowly grow bigger. They don’t demand attention, but they reward it if given. A bit of well-draining soil and some light in spring is enough.

What I especially appreciate about Tête-à-Tête is how naturally they fit into the early season. At a time when the garden still feels sparse, their bright yellow brings structure and rhythm. They pair well with other early growers, like crocuses or the first emerging perennials, but they are also quite content on their own.

In pots, they are just as dependable. Even when left outside through fluctuating spring weather, they tend to perform without complaint. If anything, they seem shaped by those changing conditions.

There is no showiness here, nothing overly dramatic. Just small flowers, steady growth, and the sense that spring is moving forward—slowly but surely.

And perhaps that is their strength. Tête-à-Tête doesn’t try to stand out by size or boldness. Instead, it simply returns, year after year, doing exactly what it’s meant to do.

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Common Gull

There are certain summer companions that become part of the landscape so quietly that it’s hard to imagine the place without them. Here, by the small lake, the common gull (Larus canus) has long been one of those presences.

The story goes back decades—fifty, perhaps even sixty years—when a pair first arrived. My grandmother welcomed them in her own way, scattering food and watching from the shore. Over time, the birds grew accustomed to her, and what began as a passing visit slowly rooted itself into something more permanent. Today, that single pair has grown into a small, steady community. Each summer, five or six pairs nest around the lake. No more than that—the lake sets its own limits.

Their nest lies about 200 metres from the cottage, close enough that their voices carry clearly across the water. They are not the quietest neighbours. Their calls rise early and linger long into the evening, especially when something disturbs them. Yet the noise has become part of summer, like wind in the trees or the lapping of water against the shore.

In spring, they return with remarkable precision. Common gulls winter much further south and west—many leave Finland entirely, spending the colder months around the North Sea, the British Isles, or coastal parts of western Europe. When the ice releases its grip on the lake, they come back, almost on schedule, reclaiming the same nesting spots year after year. There is something comforting in that rhythm, in knowing they will return as reliably as the seasons themselves.

They are curious birds by nature. The pair that nests closest to the cottage has become particularly familiar. At first cautious, keeping their distance, they have gradually learned that I am no threat. Now they watch as much as they are watched—heads tilted, eyes sharp, always aware. There is a certain intelligence in the way they move and respond, a quiet negotiation of shared space.

Watching them has become a simple, steady pleasure. They drift across the lake in pairs, call to one another, rise suddenly into the air for reasons only they seem to understand. Small moments, repeated through the weeks of summer.

They are part of the place now—not visitors anymore, but something woven into the life of the lake. Noisy, curious, familiar. And somehow, each year, just as welcome as the first warm evening.

The chicks have now hatched 🐣🐥
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Sunflower

Up here in the north, sunflowers (Helianthus annuus) are not something I buy very often. Not because I don’t like them—quite the opposite—but somehow they feel like a plant made for warmer places, long summers, and endless sunshine. Our season is shorter, more uncertain, and I’ve always wondered if they truly settle in here the way they should.

A few days ago, though, I noticed them at the garden centre. Tall, confident, already in bloom—bright yellow faces turning gently toward the light. They stood there like small pieces of summer itself. I paused, of course. Admired them. But the price tag made the decision easy enough: I walked away.

Or so I thought.

When I returned a few days later, things had changed. The same sunflowers were still there, but now slightly wilder, a little less polished—and marked down. The kind of quiet invitation that is hard to resist. This time I didn’t hesitate for long. I brought home two plants and suddenly I was carrying a bit of that golden warmth.

This variety is especially lovely. Instead of a single large flower, it produces many blooms—branching out into smaller, softer “plumes” of yellow. It feels lighter somehow, less formal than the traditional tall sunflower with its bold central disk. There’s something generous about it, the way it flowers again and again.

They’ve now been planted at the summer place, where the light is open and the evenings long. Even in these northern conditions, they already seem at ease, catching the sun whenever it appears and holding onto it.

Sunflowers, in general, are surprisingly adaptable. Although they are often associated with heat, they are fast growers and can manage well if given enough light and a sheltered spot. Their roots run deep, and once established, they carry a certain resilience—something I perhaps underestimate every year.

And there is something else about them too. They bring a different kind of mood into the garden. Not delicate like violets or nostalgic like geraniums, but cheerful, almost bold. They don’t ask quietly for attention—they offer it freely.

So perhaps I will not wait so long next time. Even here, even in the north, there is room for a little more sunlight.

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Dahlia

t is far too early for dahlias (dahlia). I know that, and every spring I remind myself of it. Nights can still be cold, the soil barely warmed, and frost is never completely out of the question. And yet, when I saw these two dahlias, already blooming in bright, confident colours, all common sense quietly stepped aside.

They were impossible to ignore. Strong stems, fresh green leaves, and flowers already fully open — a promise of summer standing right there in front of me. I didn’t plan on buying dahlias this early, but plans are easily forgotten when temptation looks this good. So, of course, they came home with me.

Instead of the balcony, I planted them straight at the summer cottage. It felt like the right place for such an early gamble. The days are longer there, the light softer, and even if the nights turn cold, I hope the location will give them a fighting chance. Gardening in the north often feels like a series of small risks taken with crossed fingers. Sometimes they fail, but sometimes they reward you generously.

If all goes well, these two will grow into bright plumes of colour that last all summer. That is the hope, at least. Dahlias are good at rewarding patience — once they get going, they rarely hold back.

ahlias belong to the Asteraceae family and originate from Central America, particularly Mexico. They were originally grown not just for beauty but also for practical uses, long before becoming garden favourites. Today there are thousands of varieties, ranging from small, neat pompons to large, dramatic dinner-plate flowers. Colours cover almost every shade imaginable, from soft pastels to deep, intense reds and purples.

Despite their lush appearance, dahlias are not especially demanding. They like sun, regular watering, and well-drained soil. What they do dislike is frost. In colder climates, tubers usually need to be lifted and stored over winter, making them a seasonal commitment rather than a one-time planting.

That’s part of their charm. Dahlias ask you to be present — to plant, to wait, to protect, and eventually to let go when autumn arrives. For now, though, it’s spring, and optimism comes easily. I’ll keep an eye on the weather forecasts and hope that this early start turns into a long, colourful summer.

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