When Da Bones Come Out

The barren time is here.

The ground is now buried in a thick forest canopy of leaves.

I have had some time to go play in my own garden. Small chores long noticed were finally being tended to. The two largest Doghobble at the bottom of the garden got a haircut to bring them more into scale with the younger and smaller plants in the hedge row.

I could see in the quickly fading Lush, the bones of the Under Garden of winter peeking out. That started the process of brushing all the leaves and meadow remnants off of the conifers and evergreens. A new garden will soon be born.

And I found a new bone I have been wanting, Picea abies 'Pusch'. It is a dwarf, spreading, green colored spruce that produces lots of red cones. The dwarf spruce cultivars have had the least troubles with winter at my elevation.

I planted the Georgia aster, still in bloom, and the new baby spruce 'Pusch' this afternoon right before a much needed rain began to fall. Tomorrow I may play in my own garden some more. Da bones are coming out.