The Last Breath of Winter
I am enjoying the subtle winter morning light. It’s the calm before the storm. The muted winter color palette has its own gentle glow of insular beauty.
I am enjoying the subtle winter morning light. It’s the calm before the storm. The muted winter color palette has its own gentle glow of insular beauty.
As a group, gardeners are hard workers. We battle weeks and vermin and love to dig in the dirt. There’s something very satisfying to putting plants in the ground and tucking them in. There’s another pleasure in pruning or giving the plants a needed haircut.
This spring has been one of the coldest and rainiest in recent memory. My gardening time is limited and has certainly been thwarted by the weather for myself and other gardeners. Each weekend brings cold temperatures and rain. As we are on the brink of June, I wonder if this cooling trend will continue or if we will leap into the fires of a sweltering summer?
It’s a gorgeous spring day and everything seems to celebrate spring! The birds are wild with delight and almost screaming as they cheer their songs to one another. The bees are busily finding every, single, spring blossom and are buzzing in happiness. The frogs croak lazily and are sunning themselves at the edge of the pond.