Garden 337

A cottage garden in an urban setting

Hard frost

Our cold weather has lingered and a frost even nipped a few things.  The dutchman’s pipe got a little bitten by frost, and so did the variegated caryopteris.  They will bounce back, though.  I found a bud on the Julia Child rose.  Last year only the hansa roses did well.  I think my soil needed some amending.  So, I’ve amended, and I promise to get a better jump on the black spot that, because of the mulch, I can probably never quite banish.  Our cold snap has paused my over-eager buds.

I took this photo of my garden lady last week, and since it’s really too cold, windy, and wet to enjoy taking pictures, I’ll post this one.  I’ve named her Maeve.  She’s an earth goddess.

Maeve, the garden lady who watches over my secret garden. The scuptor is Casey Bell.

About Me

I haven’t always been a gardener, but I have always loved gardens. It has taken 16 years to get my gardens into the shape they are today. And, I’ve had help. I’m 74 years old, have rheumatoid arthritis, and had a late stage cancer six years ago. I am, though, intrepid. I’m the kind of person who plods along, tailoring my goals as I go. Last November I had a long overdue knee replacement surgery and I’m hoping this spring, summer, and fall will be able to maintain and find even more joy working in all of my garden beds. Full disclosure, though. I have a garden guy who comes once a week to work in my gardens.


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