Boxwood, false cypress, Thuja and juniper add much-needed green to the sea of brown my garden’s become. Silvery clumps of lavender stand straight and proud, while hellebore leaves as big as platters, shiny and green, make the calendar look like false advertising. Gnarled brown stems, most without redeeming intrinsic value, mock me and my nonexistent plans for fall garden clean-up. I can either gear up and head out to prune, or wait for snow to soften their dismal deportment.
|After years being left outside, Spike the |
windvane is looking somewhat rusty. But
in summer, he provides a perch for a friend.
At least I brought in the fragile garden ornaments before winter set in. As pretty as a glass garden globe would be with a cap of snow, I bring it inside for the winter to keep it safe from the possibility of cracking from a freeze-thaw cycle or falling branches. Of course, no glass globe is safe from rolling onto the garage floor if improperly stored.
If you haven't retrieved your hoses yet, cross your fingers. They're coiled up someplace under cover of fallen leaves or snow. Dealing with a stretch of frozen hose is like wrestling an octopus. While amusing for the neighbors, it will never be an Olympic sport. Just make sure you've detached any hoses from the outdoor spigots.
|Hellebore blooms in April--just four months away!|