Before/After
Before/After
This is what I love about gardening. Even after some half-hearted mangling and butchering by roofers who clearly were not giving it their all, I’m confident that the cycle will continue, from bare to burgeoning to lush to fading and back again.
And this is why I have no interest in living in anything less than a four-season climate. Every place has its cycles, but ours is pretty dramatic. Hard to believe, looking outside on a gray February day, that I’ll have my urban jungle back in a matter of months. It’s kind of fun, for a while, to forget about outside gardening and turn my attention to the bulbs, MAYBE some seeds, and refreshing visits to the Botanical Gardens.
But those are minor distractions compared to the hidden action outside.
Now, if someone would just come along and make all these matted maple leaves disappear before snow buries them.
Comments
I am in agreement about the restful contemplative side of the four seasons gardening. I look forward to all the seasons.
Life is good.
Easier to warm up than cool down (ah, thank goodness for thermal underwear). I've been mulching and raking leaves out of the beds, and enjoying it much more than dragging the garden hose around in July.
And no blood-sucking bugs, which never fail to find me before anybody else.
After Garden Walk is like letting your belt loose after thanksgiving dinner. A relief with nothing but relaxing to look forward to.
Things start to shift in March, when you're antsy to get back out in the garden to do things. Break is over. Work begins and doesn't end until the last weekend in July.
I just don't know how I would deal with a non-WNY winter climate. I'm happy with this.