Sunday, March 18, 2018

The Under Garden Keeps Rockin'

Winter returned right when two drivers from Florida where responsible for chauffeuring me while I got a new eyeball. I actually had to drive myself to the surgery cause snow.

Winter is good. It put a halt to the freakish growth spurt from the heatwave in February. That has kept damage to a minimum. So far.

Spring is not to be denied. Daffodils have joined the Under Garden for a new state of show while winter keeps attempting return visits.

It is not unusual for spring to offer up some sacrifices in the garden. One leader of the Chamaecyparis nootkatensis 'Pendula' was put to rest.

It had a V-shaped forked double trunk that I thought was not best for snow loads. I had lightly topped one leader twice to no avail. This time I got serious. The gardener subtracts.

The gardener adds.

The Under Garden is a serious being of its own now. It will serve me quite well five months out of the year, slowly changing as all gardens do, with its season of interest.

The barren time needs a new name.

The Winter of Monet is half over. One more eyeball to go. The Under Garden will rock on no matter. Because I planted it so.

Someone stopped to take a picture of a flying bicycle this afternoon. I took a rare selfie.

Saturday, March 10, 2018

Random Sightings

My new eyeball is still a little jiggly.

I am having to learn how to see again.

That is a first of a lifetime for my brain function.
Look for random sightings of red and white.
The Under Garden shines on.

The old person's wrap around dark goggles come on and off. Off and on.

What will I see without very comforting and needed protection?
Is the jiggle still there?
It is still Lent and change awaits.
In contemplation.

Thursday, March 8, 2018

Let There Be Sight

My new eyeball is in and coming in to focus. Let me just say I did not realize how bad it was until glimpses of clear sight began to emerge through the blur of surgery.

The one hand over an eye test now reveals how bad my other eye is and that was my good eye. I now plan to get my second new eyeball in a month or so. First I want to settle back into my scheduled work routine. Only problem with that is winter has returned. Spring is over.

Friday, February 23, 2018

It's Gonna Be A Good Day

It's On.

Rain or shine. Slight chance, but looking good.

In the Winter of Monet

Enter a living canvas.

Sunday, February 18, 2018

A Pop-Up Garden Tour

The Perfect Day is Coming

In The Winter Of Monet
Enter A Living Canvas

What: A Pop-Up Garden Tour
When: Saturday, February 24th, 1 to 6pm
Why: Because My Winter Garden Is Amazing

If you know how to get here, Come.
If you need more info,
Contact Christopher C. at Outsideclyde at gmail dot com.

Seriously, wear good walking shoes. Low rider cars should park up top along the scenic byway.
The best lighting on sunny days occurs after 4:20 when the garden is swept up in the mountain's shadow.

Come see the Under Garden of Winter before the Lush returns. It could be the most talked about garden event of the year.

Now back to Lent.

Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Ashes To Ashes

In a universe that runs on impermanence, change is the only constant.

Ashes to ashes.

I have been officially informed. You are an old man.

Old man take a look at my life
I'm a lot like you.

It is time to change again.

How will I choose to be old?

It is time for silent reflection with the witches of time.

While a change is given a chance to occur.

I am giving up my blog and then some for Lent.

The impermanent universe is telling me so.

I have no idea what will come out the other side.
I have no idea if I can even do it.
I will try.

The right day will come.

It will pop up. I will speak up then.

I need someone to love me the whole day through
Ah, one look in my eyes and you can tell that's true

The Under Garden is ready for new visitors.
I am too.

With much aloha from Ku'ulei 'Aina.

Monday, February 12, 2018

No Flood

It's just been wet and icky.

No forms have been filled yet during this long soggy event. Because.

We have to get out when we can.

Out there is better than in form.

Unless form can bring something else to mind.

The witches of winter are here.

In orange.

In fog and soggy.

Red is elsewhere.

In the painting where the witches live.

Saturday, February 10, 2018

Waiting For The Flood

I've been out walking. What else do I need to do?

The longer I wait, the less there is to do. I've been out chopping, and dropping, but no reason not to let winter do as much of that as it can do.

There may be a flood incoming. The wind is definitely blowing. I can wait a couple more days and take advantage of the natural chop. There is no hurry. I have at least three weeks and I am already close to half way through the three acres that need dropping.

I did spend a good hour pulling blackberries from the slope below the roadside vegetable garden. Some things need to be pulled. The more root and runner I get the better.

The main editing season runs February to mid-May as the vegetation begins to stir. By June the meadows are pretty much let be, to be what they will be. Then the Great Lawn and path mowing season begins.

And while I'm out walking, doing the main work of a summer garden, the Under Garden of winter shines through.

'Jelena' is growing nicely.

'Arnold' is about to pop. The Witch Hazels are a few weeks later this year. This will be the first time I have seen them sync up and all bloom at once. We have had a much appreciated real winter this year.

I stayed home for the flood. Instead it has been a warm, windy and mostly dry day.

I've been out walking. When it rains, I'll find something else that I may be forced to do. Maybe.