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The view from your front porch. In much better focus.

Where I can see the varmints coming from my bird's eye view from above. I never tire of the view as it constantly changes and interacts with the seasons.

Spring On A Leash

The final diagnosis was stage 4 adenocarcinoma of the lungs with metastasis to the nearby lymph nodes and the lining of the wall of the lung cavity. It has kicked my butt. I am permanently tied to the oxygen tube. I had my first chemo last Friday.

Good thing I planned for a nice view from the front porch for my decrepitude.

The view from the dining room window is where my ashes go. Not many people have the opportunity to design their own final resting place.

I tried to rouse myself for a walk in the garden on Bloom Day and couldn't do it. The garden is proceeding with spring without me. The view of my front porch is nice too.

A couple days later I strapped on some oxygen and made a mighty effort. It will be the last walk in the garden until my breathing improves. I saw Celandine Poppies.

The trilliums are rising in multitudes. We will need that many to feed the damn deer.

All I can do is a weak holler now "Get Off My Lawn". I can't go chasing the varmints off.

This summer I will be getting chemo and immunotherapy tied to a leash and stuck inside. Robbed of the breath of life there is zero energy for movement of any kind. How will the maintenance gardener handle that?

Among The Wounded Daffodils

There is no way around the fact that the main daffodil show of spring 2022 was obliterated. There are wounded daffodils every where you look. Look elsewhere and you will find a lot of other minor bulbs and the quickly returning native Spring Beauty and Toothworts in bloom.

The Chionodoxa are putting on a very good show.

Puschkinia, Scilla and Corydalis join in.

Two weeks after the Polar Plunge, the late blooming daffodils are starting to open.

Some look quite perfect.

But it is early April and cold can and is coming again this weekend. Normal cold, not scary cold. Perhaps with a dash of snow.

The view from my front porch in a warm spring rain. What else is going to get frozen this year?

On The Front Porch In A Summer Shower

It's all good.
It was hot today.
I needed the rest and the roadside vegetable garden needed a drink.

Where did all these plants come from?

Fat drops on a hot metal roof

And a bear seen crossing the road.

To And Fro

I tried to go to work this morning because rinse and repeat is on tap again for this week so help me God, but the snow had not melted. I came back home.

Niwaki. The cloud pruning of the bottom skirts was done. I like the more open look. I'm not liking the overall conical shape. For now I am leaving plenty of options. In time more branches can be removed to change the outline. Now is the time for bondage.

This is perfectly fine weather for a slow motion Stinze.

The bulbs are rising.

I just need to get out there and make some money. You just can't garden much in wet slop.

To and fro. This next door house kitty business gets a bit old. A solution has so far proven elusive.

Rinse. Repeat. There was a suggestion I could wake up to more snow. Snow is fine. It is the melted dry in between that is lacking.

Inside My Lair

I woke up to 22 degrees and a light snow continuing to fall on a stiff wind. Most of the day was spent frozen at a steady seventeen. I made some grits.

I looked outside.

My phone rarely rings except when I try to take a nap. I laid down to take a nap. The phone rang. The call was annoying as they usually are.

Don't you know it is cold out there?

I have no intention of leaving my comfy lair tomorrow. The high will be too low.

I am quite well connected to the Borg from in here, though I can hear this shout at times, "Pull the plug!"

But you can't escape civilization. The Borg will always be there in some form.

I can however step outside, even in a strong breeze when it is seventeen.

A Spurt Of Siberolina

With frozen cabbage.
I wondered exactly how long would they last up here.

There is light snow.
Fifteen degrees descending.
With strong wind

The Under Garden draws near.

The first good blast of deep cold is always a bit of a shock.

When life doesn't venture far from my front porch.
What did I do with that mop?

While I Was Out

Two weeks wandered by.

I've been out there.

In all kind of weathers. No snow yet. Just barely a freeze.

The Sisters wandered in.

I planted 900 bulbs. They went to an apple show.

I wandered outside of my usual route for a quickie.

When is Miss Dinah moving in?

Is it fall yet? The Sisters have a week to see it get done.

Maybe that light freeze will help.

The plants began to wander in as I was trying to clean before hand.

For the most part it was a nice and cool, sun shiny week.

They lucked out. We have been low on sun shiny this year.

I kept right on wandering. I had to.

Every so often I spotted some fall.

The forest is having color troubles this year.

They kept waiting for it to turn and not much happened. Oh well. There's always next year. At some point we will have the peak of a very dull year. Just not while they're here.