A good friend is stopping in for a short visit on his way north for the winter. The plan was to clean house. Obviously, it makes far more sense to go out and tidy the garden before company arrives. So I did.
Time and the weathers were cooperating. The chop and drop of the meadow remnants began.
The Under Garden of winter will be ready for that rare thing called company.
And better for catching varmints.
I saw snowdrops. My new gardening season has already begun.
I am quite pleased with a growing garden. The Doghobble, Leucothoe, twigs have become baby shrubs. Soon it will be a solid green hedge at the bottom of the garden.
Ten years later, it is starting to look like an actual landscape, if a bit different shall we say.
A low mounding tapestry of texture and color to take me through the barren time.
I can clean house tomorrow.
Unless the weather is nice in the morning.
There might be some time for a little more chop and drop before winter re-arrives.
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Your first sentence made me laugh. I remember one time when my sister said to me " you are the only person I know that tidies the garden instead of the house before company arrives."
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