In The Under Garden Of Winter

Incoming cold for next week. Snow? There will be ice. The ground is oozing water everywhere. The scenic byway is getting tore up with I-40 still closed. Why would a cow fall over and drop dead? These are the thoughts of my life.

The Ring Of Crocus

As is usually the case, nothing is behaving as usual. I don't recall ever having snowdrops last this close to March.

I may not be recalling much of anything of late, so whose to know when bulbs should or should not be blooming.

The resident deer has not been back to eat my crocus since I hollered at her. So far.

So the full Ring of Crocus has arrived.

They are multiplying. They are self sowing.

The Ring of Crocus will probably turn wild.

'Arnold's Promise' is still in full bloom.

It has lasted for several weeks. The sweet scent is particularly strong in the evening.

So what happened? How has the Ring of Crocus in its cold hole gotten so far ahead of the hundreds of other crocus swarming this mountain?

Gardening is full of unknowns. These crocus of mine have stayed in a nice fat clump. Next door these very same kind of crocus look like they have started to run off in all directions.

It's a wild garden.

Wandering Around

In between rain and wind

I pick up sticks. I will be picking up sticks for the rest of my walking life.

The main floor is defurballed and debugged. On to the luxury basement accommodations. Some other day perhaps.

I was going to go wander. The rain said no.

I-40 is now closed in both directions for crossing the Tennessee border. Another rock slide.

Traffic on the scenic byway is always the first to tell me. Mega cars and a number of insane semis have been passing by.

Today the sun came out.

I wandered off. There were sticks every where I walked. I picked up sticks.

The deer has not been back since I yelled at her. I may get the full Ring of Crocus yet.

It always depends.

In Between Rains

Wet, wet, wet. I'm telling you, it is wet out there.

I didn't go to work.

I went next door to start the arduous process of cleaning Bulbarella's house before her return. There are two years worth of hairballs and cobwebs in all the nooks, crannies and under spaces. I tell you, new eyeballs and house cleaning are a terrible combination.

I gave up after one floor.

The sun tried to come out while I was cleaning.

I walked bulbhilla while I was over there. Plenty snowdrops blooming and lots of daffodils rising. I think I saw two crocus. How did my garden get ahead of bulbhilla? That never happens. I'm in the cold hole on a north facing slope.

There was another hairball I wanted to get rid of. The better to see the Ring of Crocus. But it was wet, wet, wet and would not burn.

I wandered off.

It had started to rain again anyway.

Let me play with this button. This really shows the lay of the land.

The rain was getting thicker. The other Button wanted back in.

I have crocus blooming. Bulbhilla has snowdrops. So far.

In The Garden Ku'ulei 'Aina

The snowdrops have grown thick enough to be clearly visible from the front porch when they are out, weather permitting.

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