A Long Time Peasant Gardener

I am a long time peasant gardener for the well to do with a bit of Fred Sanford in him. The two go well together. What can I say. I just kept doing the next right thing and this is what came out. There was no plan.

How do you plan a fantasy?

What must the neighbors think?

It's crept up on them over a decade. Maybe they anticipate the annual unveiling.

I do.

Because I have a garden 365 days a year just like I did on Maui.

With plenty rocks. I like rocks.

I goofed off by staying home on a nice sunny winter day. My project was starting the cleanup of the roadside vegetable garden. It really must get a fresh load of wood chip mulch this year. The vegetable garden is turning feral.

The winter Under Garden extends all the way up to the scenic byway. I don't spend near as much time up there as I used to. To me that is a sign my gardening efforts are succeeding. Less work. I did begin the chop down of the lesser plants.

I have many acres to go in the next month.

My Eyes

I'm beginning to think my camera has cataracts too. Or cold air has a different consistency for light refraction. Or is full of smoke I can't smell. Everything is enveloped in a barely perceptible perpetual fog. My eyes!

That would be my right eye to you that comes out first.

Imperceptible fog or not, if they see it, they will talk about it amongst themselves.

Now I watch for the weather and a good weekend day to coincide.

A Trip Through The Under Garden

You're on your own. Click on a picture for a slide show.

'Jelena' is in the house.

Snow drops have commenced.

It is near time to start the big chop and drop. Two more acres in that direction.

Niwaki

The snowdrops are waking. The first Witch Hazel is starting to bloom. I am planning a pop-up garden tour. The garden is ready. I will watch the weather and aim for the perfect snowless day.

Today was good. I went outside to tidy up a bit.

It was so nice out there, I went Niwakie. I said I was going to prune them.

The final resting place.

I cut all the grass stems that were snapped and not going to stand back up. It is far too early for the full chop down. I tidied.

I think niwaki will work just fine here.

One more brush stroke in the painting.

They told Pearl Fryar you can't do that. He didn't listen. That is a habit of mine too.

It begins early in the year 2018. Some bondage will be required to spread the trunks apart.

I'm not at all worried that it won't fit in. I'm ready to show off the Under Garden. I have baby Niwaki.

New Eyeballs

Cataract surgery for my left eye is scheduled for March 7th. That's a start. I didn't press it, but the right eye should probably be done too. I'll think about that later.

The Winter of Monet will last full season. I'll have one new eyeball for spring.

And the garden will still be a work of art next winter because I planted it so.

Fresh Snowdrops Today

There was a short respite between winter pulses and I had to go next door to empty the furnace's water bucket.

I knew I could find snowdrops.

This is the beginning.

It will operate in slow motion while winter pulses prevail.

No hurries.

The garden in winter has a fine voice of its own.

It is growing along.

And the snowdrops are waking up.

Then the snow began and all activity came to a halt. Incoming. Time to stay put.

No Looking For Snowdrops

This is all you get from me for Bloom Day. There was no point in looking, even though I have seen them coming up in two places. There are hundreds more. The snow will melt. They will come up.

It's too cold. Another pulse of snow and colder cold is scheduled for tomorrow. The snowdrops will wait it out. All activity will cease.

Go look for activity at May Dreams Gardens.

I do have an orchid in bloom, but this is all you get.

In Siberolina

All activity has come to a halt.

I have entered a deep state of power lounging.

It's akin to hibernation except I am gaining needed weight to get me through the summer.

Three cats are hibernating with me.

I might venture out tomorrow just to go some where. When I am done lounging.