Usually by the time of the first killing freeze
I’m ready to hang up my pruners.
I’m fortunate to live in a place
With a long growing season.
But I do appreciate the break winter brings to me.
First freeze is normally followed by
A flurry of holiday activity.
So by the time we ring in the New Year
I’m ready to settle in with a good book
And the multitude skeins of yarn I plan to whip
Into something fun for H & H.
Along about now I begin to get itchy.
I’ll step into the garden on a sunny afternoon.
Looking for the first bud on the Hellebores.
Or I’ll take a slow walk around the garden looking for
Daffodil and Tulip noses peeking out through the frozen earth.
Last weekend I found both.
I instructed them to retreat
Knowing the “polar vortex” was coming.
Fortunately, I’m far enough south that they will survive.
So far during this colder than usual winter
I’ve been able to dump bagged leaves into a compost area.
Organize my endless supply of deadheads and saved seeds.
And, of course, order more.
Seeds that is.
I’m planning to try some new annuals to add to my standards.
China Aster is the one I’m most excited about.
We’ll see if those big fluffy blooms are in my future.
So where do gardeners go in the winter?
Mostly inside their heads
With the help of endless seed catalogs.
And flower farmers Instagram feeds.
It’s a busy season.
Happy garden dreams,