On A Warm New Year's Eve

The snow finished melting.

I did contemplate beginning the process of the new interior loft window trim. I bought the boards more than a week ago. Power lounging seemed more doable. So I did that.

There was a short bout of some chop and drop. No need to go crazy though. There is a full winter of meadow remnant squashing ahead.

The black Liriope sprigs I planted a few seasons ago seems to be doing well enough. I detect some spreading.

After a nap I went for a stroll.

It was 60 degrees out there. Last week it was 6.

Tomorrow for New Year's Day there will be wave of tropical waters. I may have to power lounge some more.

I love my garden. It has reached a point where the maintenance input is minimal and the Under Garden is a place of substance in the Barren Time.

It was warm enough for a cat to go out.

On the mountain top where the yucca grows.

Happy New Year.

As The Snow Melts

More often than not, there are a few days of the cleanest, bluest, most cloudless, full sun shiny skies you can image after the snow stops falling.

Still, you may have to go stand and pose in the sunshine to feel any spark of warmth. I do see sparks.

Slowly the days get warmer and slowly the snow begins to melt.

The Crooked Shed is my cold frame for some rare plants I acquired this fall. The idea being just some protection from the extremes of winter in their first seedling year. They will be planted out next fall when they are bigger. I have a Florida Torreya, Torreya taxifolia, a plant currently under assisted migration north and a native Mountain Camellia, Stewartia ovata.

I just don't know where to plant them. I need more land with sun.

It's all good. I am a gardener. I will find a place to plant them and have nine whole months to look.

When the snow melts and with a bit of dry, I have some Lamium next door to kill.

But now is the time for rest and puttering. If I am lucky I might gain ten pounds.

More Christmas Snow

The melt is slow going.

No problem at all.

Things are quite fine here in Whoville.

No want or need to go anywhere.

No where at all.

I never expected to actually live

How The Grinch Stole Christmas. 

Who could imagine such things?

With the Bigglyist Grinch ever,

The Biggest Grinch of them all. 

It's after Christmas.

His heart is still ten sizes too small.

The melt down is slow going.

I sit here and watch.

Cozy and Grateful here in Whoville

That's where I'll be.

Season's Greetings From Siberolina

Holding a steady 10 degrees with about 6 inches of snow.

Before The Christmas Eve Storm

The Under Garden was looking quite fetching in the overcast light yesterday afternoon before the Christmas Eve Storm. Tomorrow I will wake up to snow and 14 degrees.

 

I wandered up to the byway to have a look from above.

There is indeed growing color and greenery for the rubberneckers in the Barren Time.

Uncle Ernie is pleased.

So wander. Today is heavy rain then snow.

The Solstice

In a garden on the shortest day of the year. It is Solly Kitty's one year anniversary.

But Solly Kitty is wintering in Florida. Button made it a condition of the adoption. I hear she is most content. She will be back with Bulbarella in the spring.

In Winter

More chop and drop happened before my guest arrived.

The better to see the Under Garden of winter.

The gardens I tend are closing for the season.

A brand new garden has appeared at home.

Just in time for company. Yes, the house got cleaned-er.

We wandered in.

And enjoyed life for several days with frosting on top.