IT'S OFFICIALLY WEEKENDS ONLY in the garden and I hate it. It's barely light when I leave in the morning and dark when I get home. People don't understand why I don't want to do anything on the weekends. They don't realize that I have to appease my withdrawal symptoms, sate my curiosity, get my hands dirty. Play, play, play in the garden. That's all I want to do on the weekends!
The lure to the garden is also fueled by this temporary lag in rainfall. Yes, there is sunshine and birdsong and falling leaves and a few lone flowers just waiting for me to notice them. Why would I want to be anywhere else, I ask you.
The winter berries are plump and polished and wooing the birds and me with my camera.
|The Aronia is looking mighty nice too. The robins will get those berries soon.|
|Such a pretty plant|
|Cotoneaster lacteus is also full of berries|
|The birds don't care for these berries so they'll last until spring|
When they drop, they make a royal mess all over the place.
|Choisya ternata is in full bloom.|
|In summer I basically ignore this plant. Its time to shine is now!|
|Check out the fresh foliage on Acanthus mollis, unscathed by the cold weather.|
|Dwarf Nandina dons her winter finery.|
|Abelia x grandiflora is still looking fab. Don't you love those rosy bracts?|
|Even a few lingering flowers|
|They didn't get the memo announcing winter.|
There you have it. I hope you all have a wonderful Thanksgiving. You know where I'll be.