Sunday morning dawned quite beautiful, as you see above. I took advantage of the rare situation of being home in daylight to take a look around the garden.
I planted the tulips in a more timely manner, I think around Thanksgiving. They are sprouting up, but my plan to have flowers in February seems to be foiled again, looking at the size of them so far:
Maybe I need to plant closer to Halloween than Thanksgiving to make my floral dreams come true.
The orchid is doing just fine without my intervention, with at least two flower spikes that should blossom soon:
And the volunteer daffodils in the jasmine planter in the front of the house are right on schedule:
And the overachieving amaryllis is about to pop into flower:
At the rate it’s going, the underachieving one will blossom around my birthday. Again, I thought I planted them early enough, but apparently not. I was hoping for flowers at Christmas, or at least in time for the Saddest Day of the Year.
As I took the coffee grounds out to the compost, robins were hopping around cheerfully, and frogs were peeping, both sure signs of winter. I never did get the water buckets filled this year. It’s like I was in denial about winter – welcome after the heat waves last fall – and power outages, since there were so many last year and lasted so long. So far, we haven’t had any major storms this season, or much rain for that matter, at about 14 inches. I’m hoping I can get through the rest of the winter with the power on and no need for buckets. A girl can dream!
A YEAR AGO: The muddy beginning of the Great Trenching Project, yet to be concluded.
FIVE YEARS AGO: Some random notes.
TEN YEARS AGO: Meet the neighbors! Or not…