Garden 337

A cottage garden in an urban setting

As the Year Winds Down

The solstice has passed and dark days will begin their gradual winnow toward spring.  It’s beautiful in the gardens, something I do not like to admit, at least in early November when everything is brown and the only garden tasks are those that involve clearing dead debris.  It’s easy then to forget that snow brings a different sort of bloom.

The house is full of savory smells–stuffed mushrooms baking, pineapple wrapped in bacon, caramel covered grapes dipped in chopped peanuts.  And I even made two-layered jello shots with Framboise in one layer and vodka sour in the other.  They taste alarmingly good.

Bluejays take advantage of well-stocked feeders
Cardinals always add a flash of welcomed color.
The garden light.
The Rose of Sharon seed pods filled with ice and snow.
The side garden.
The entrance garden.
Ewok or panda????
Snowing street.

Just before Christmas we experienced three days of freezing rain.  The last day piled too much ice onto trees and wires and more than 500 thousand households lost their power, mine included.  But the ice was beautiful.

Frozen Holly
Frozen Holly

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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