Even the early hellebores are late this year. Occasionally, there will be a few scattered blooms before the new year in this garden, and often there will be handfuls flowering late in January. This year, there was a single hellebore with a few flowers in early February, but no more until the past week or so.
Sorry, I can’t say how many different hellebores are in the garden. Not that it’s a secret. There are a bunch, but I’ve carelessly lost track, and now I can’t put a name to many fine varieties. In a belated attempt to change my ways, I’ve placed tags to mark a few after it occurred that others might like to know names of ones that are most successful. The root of the problem is that I hate markers in the garden, and I’ve long ago forgotten the names of most. Also, a good number of the garden’s hellebores are seedlings that have been moved around, and with many, I haven’t a clue if they’re seedlings or ones I bought.
Really, it doesn’t matter to me, and in fact, I enjoy the thought that a fine flower resulted from the crossed paths of hellebores that I planted. I don’t care at all that these are worthless in commerce, and that they’ll never be named cultivars. No doubt, most seedlings are not up to the standards of newer introductions with long stems and upward facing flowers. Flowers of most seedlings must be propped up to be seen, and of course I’m easily pleased, and happy to have them all in the garden.