Oh baby, it is cold out there and it is only the start of winter. Snow and ice both here in the US and in Europe are playing havoc with traveling schedules, specially as people are on the move in time for Christmas. Traveling back and forth to work, however, is easy enough and once ensconced home, I am snug as a bug in a rug (although, who these days has bugs in the rug? Bed bugs seem to be the bigger problem today, so far, we have been spared those as well.)
Like most gardeners, I go through the occasional phase. Rose phase; been there, done that. Now my garden counts exactly one rose bush. Queen Elizabeth, a wonderful pink rose with foliage that fends off just about any diseases, which is exactly why those other rose bushes were dug up and tossed or went to rose-heaven.
Summer arrived full blast; it’s been hot and dry. Here and there sprinklers run. In other gardens lawns are getting parched. I use soaker hoses throughout most of my flowerbeds; rubber hoses full of little holes provide a trickle of water to plants. No longer does the water run off in all directions. It slowly seeps into the ground, providing thirsty roots with moisture. It is a more economical way of watering plants, although nothing provides a more thorough watering than Nature.
As spring is coming to an end, I take stock in the garden. Spring bulbs provided early cheer in the garden at a time when we needed color most. They were quickly followed by irises and peonies; lilacs perfumed the air as temperatures were just right to sit outside and enjoy the fragrance. Trees and shrubs leafed out, bloomed and the world once more smiled in flowers.