There is a 60% possibility that on Friday morning I will wake up to a world transformed. The current conditions of a barren twiggy brown could turn to black and white.
That is why the road into winter must be planted with conifers. The requirement for the color green is encoded in the DNA of a gardener. I will be needing green in my garden to be to take me through the winter.
The wild cultivated garden looks mostly like this. Much of the structure comes from memory. Pockets of conifers and expanding drifts of evergreen rhododendrons can not begin to fill a garden well over an acre in size. The resident gardeners preference for floral displays, dominant habitat of shade and fleeing the scene of the garden in winter has resulted in sparse winter interest or structure. They're not here. They don't care.
My garden will have to be different. It will need to proudly claim its gardeness throughout the year. Conifers, structured paths, stone work, sculpture, evergreen screens and walls, whatever it takes to draw me outside into the garden all year long will be done.
One day I might even be able to afford some funky and fun specimen conifers for focal points.