the bone structure of the landscape.....
The whole story doesn't show."
|A soggy, drippy morning.|
By noon though the trifecta I had been waiting for finally happened--the skies cleared, the sun came out, and I had an afternoon free. I couldn't get out to my garden fast enough.
Our garden is separate from the house, surrounded by a tall hedge and accessed though a little gate, so there are days I don't even set eyes on it. I also hadn't done any garden clean-up since Gonzalo blew through, so I had no idea what would greet me. But I pulled on my wellies, scooted Max out the door with me, garden gloves and daffodil bulbs in hand.
|What greeted me when I opened the|
gate and walked up the flagstone steps
wasn't so bad. Max and I would have
it sorted in a couple of hours.
|My pineapple sage was in full |
bloom, with it's beautiful red spikes.
|And now with the trees stripped of their leaves,|
one of my favorite things about our garden
was shining there, in it's full glory--
the college towers that surround our garden.
|New College Tower backdrop|
and an ivy geranium heading
into it's second winter.
Last winter we had a guest come and stay with us whose grandmother was born in one of the cottages. I love it when history comes alive, even in our back garden.
"Winter is in my head,