Our springs are too fleeting. They pass by quickly, and amidst the hustle and bustle of our day-to- day lives it is often difficult to stop and enjoy the beauty of it all.
Sometimes you just have to stop, relax and take it all in.
One of the most perfect symbols of our springs – so much color, so much brevity - is now in full bloom and gracing many lawns across the Niagara Frontier.
Glory of the snow is one of my favorite flowers. For a brief period of time, maybe two weeks tops, they pop out of the muddy April landscape to create a carpet of blue while the rest of the plant kingdom has yet to green.
These wonderful flowers are not native to Western New York, instead coming from Turkey. They aren’t what you would consider an invasive species, either. But, they have made a home for themselves throughout the oldest communities in the region.
European immigrants liked to plant the delightful flowers around their homes, so you will see vast colonies of them around many houses that were built in the 1800s. I am confident that those in my yard date back to an initial planting around 1860 when the old farm house was expanded.
These members of the asparagaceae family (which also includes the unattractive asparagus) are long-lived and colonizing thanks to healthy bulbs that allow the colorful sprites to come back year after year. With no pests other than nematodes, they are allowed to flourish.
If you have them in your lawn, be careful with them though as you could end up being the biggest pest – do not rake or aerate where these plants grow, because the bulbs aren’t that deep. Also, don’t mow their leaves, which can hang around for a month or two after the flowers wilt. Give them to get as much nourishment as possible from the sun.
Variations of the glory of the snow (which also go by the name of chionodoxa) have been appearing at nurseries and even at Wal-Mart in recent years. But, those are nothing like the heirloom varieties which have become a part of the Western New York landscape. The Wal-Mart plants are a little taller, less dainty, and much heartier.
The older glories of the snow are spectacular despite their size. Most flowers will reach a height of 3” to 4” and those ¾”-wide flowers sport six skinny petals that are baby blue in color (some variants are light violet) with a white eye or cup in the middle. They will bloom for anywhere from 1.5 to 2.5 weeks.
After witnessing their birthing and withering every spring of my life, I’ve grown to believe that excessive heat will shorten their flowering season – it’s almost as if warming spells have an adverse effect on them. They relish the cold, hence their name, and last week’s surprise snowstorm (4” of heavy slush in Gasport) had no negative impact on them; they’re just as beautiful as ever.
I’ve been able to enjoy my little flowering friends for the past week and a half now. By this time next week they will be wilted. That’s such a short period of time to enjoy these wonders. That’s why I make it a point to marvel at them every evening after work and get lost in the sea of blue.
Spring is short. Life is short. It’s almost as if I can measure the passing of the years by the recurrence of this glorious spectacle.
If you have an old homestead that has glory of the snow, savor them tonight before they’re gone. Sometimes, you just have to stop and smell the roses – if not every flower that graces the Niagara Frontier.
+Bob Confer is a Gasport resident. His column, Exploring the Niagara Frontier, is published every Thursday on All WNY News.