With such short days and numerous tasks to accomplish the late evening stroll has been neglected of late. I may have also lost interest when everything turned a crispy brown.
The "cherry" brown Minwax wood stain of all the new trim is looking rather fetching though. This process is moving faster than I had anticipated.
So yesterday evening there was time for a short stroll to look at the ridge top garden in its winter decline. Today the weathers are turning and there may be some snow headed this way. The ground is already being littered with storm dropped branches. Now is a good a time as any to start picking them up.
I don't like the thorny Barberries. I prefer not to be stabbed in the garden. I have also learned over the years that if there is one small thorny stem in a huge pile of rubbish, the thorny stem is what you will grab when you pick up the pile of rubbish.
The berries are kind of interesting the way they hang on the stems though. Still, no barberries in the garden to be.
The biggest, oldest and first planted rhododendron in the garden is loaded with flower buds. It is the sole survivor of a boy scout camping incident.
The Pulmonaria is still looking good. This will make a fine plant for early winter interest in the shade garden. Planted in larger drifts it would make a nice showing. By spring they look pretty battered.
Now you can look over and into the back forty. This section of ground could prove most important if the Time of the Potato should arrive. The soil is so soft and full of humus you sink right into it. It also has a very good east/west sun exposure.
Bulbarella has gotten ambitious and starting flinging seeds into the sunnier parts of the back forty. It well could be part of the wild cultivated garden before the Time of the Potato arrives.