I woke up, went down into the kitchen with Chess, pushed the button on the coffee machine, opened the back door for him, made his breakfast, turned on the laptop, and it started to snow.
Then it stopped, and the sun came out.
On our walk, dark clouds…the ones I thought were going away….rolled in, and it started to snow. Now I see blue sky in the west.
There isn’t anything to look at in the garden anyway. All of the raised beds are covered with bird poop. I suppose I deserve this, since I hung the feeders near the raised beds, but it does lend a rather undignified look to everything, and the symbolism is a bit heavy-handed for me. One winter, after staring out the window for days, I rushed out to see the first flowers on the white flowered Daphne mezereum, only to discover that it was bird poop.
More of Cindy’s digital images today. These were taken in 2004, I think, and would never be published otherwise. Cindy wasn’t a gardener, though she loved to weed (and was the best weeder I’ve ever seen), so these represent a much different take on the beauty of plants than I have. In fact once she got a digital camera she took pictures she wanted to take, pictures that made her happy.
Four pictures of cactus flowers entitled “sunny day”.
Gardener’s garters. Phalaris arundinacea ‘Picta’, with a poppy. Both are gone now. I think the gray leaves are blue lyme grass.