Wednesday, March 21, 2018

A Bit Of Snow

Tuesday, March 20, 2018

The Chimney Was Looking Fetching

There have been a lot of rubberneckers of late. I never noticed a spring season of them before. I'll walk along the byway now and again to see what it's like looking in. I take my status as a roadside attraction seriously.

I haven't said much about the sunny utility meadow where the chimney resides in some time. This bit of the wild cultivated gardens has major gardening co-dependencies. I keep it cleaned up and mowed annually. Bulbarella comes in and plants flowers behind me.

And as the maintained areas expand, the other gardener comes in and starts decorating for attractive design. A new shrub border is growing near the chimney. Being tested are viburnum, pieris, kalmia and witch hazel. The witch hazels were paid for. All the rest came as discards from gardens I tend. Sometimes plants are worth a second effort.

I'm letting a roadside peach tree, sspiifit, grow here too.

The chimney was looking fetching on the first day of spring. Now back to winter. Snow is incoming.

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.