Garden shops tend to sell plants like this when they're in flower so they're more appealing. So as I saw the anemones flowering in my neighbours' gardens I starting asking about anemones in my local garden shop. It took them a few weeks before they got them in ... and they were pink. I've got nothing against pink flowers in general but to me, pink anemones just don't have the magic of the simple, clean white ones. So I looked around at other garden shops. Pink. I checked back at the local. Still pink. Bunnings? Pink. I had a chat at my local and found out that they'd called every one of their suppliers, and only one had white anemones and they weren't yet big enough to sell!
So with atypical patience I asked them to put down my name and waited for my anemones to grow in some distant nursery somewhere. Every weekend for about a month I'd stop by, just to check if they were in yet. At last, just before Easter I got a message on my phone that started with "now don't fall out of your chair, but..."
At last they'd arrived! As soon as I could I stopped by and sure enough, there were the little baby anemones. And also some big, beautiful two-year-olds covered with perfect white flowers. Now usually I'm patient enough to buy the small plant and wait a year for flowers, but not this time. I'd waited long enough. They weren't cheap, but they were mine!
Here's the "before" picture of where they went, in the back western bed.
Now I couldn't just let you go with only that distant view of the anemones, could I? I've been playing with my new smartphone recently and having a ball with a camera program I downloaded that lets you set all kinds of old-fashioned filters on your photos. So here's a whimsical photo of the anemones to finish on. I hope it captures for you the beauty that attracted me to these simple, pure, white anemones.