Oh, who am I kidding? This post is likely to have 527 photos.
A sad sight greeted my eyes last week (do pardon the tardiness—I also had surgery last week and recovery is taking a bit longer than anticipated): the first hard frost of the season, covering the grass and nearly-denuded trees and, of course, my veggie garden. Ben and I headed out to grab the last (green) tomatoes from the vine to ripen in the garage or be turned into some sort of preserve.
While most of the plants are indeed done for the season, my darling nasturtium actually doesn’t look bad and the youngest borage plants—borage being my other garden flower love—look as fresh as can be, and the same can be said for, of all things, the dill! The Brussels sprouts are fine, too, of course, and will probably taste all the better for the frost.
But for all intents and purposes, 2017’s growing season is over. This weekend I’ll put it to bed, though leaving up the still-blooming plants for as long as I can. Since it’s done for 2017 (my hopes of a winter garden setup having bitten the dust for the coming winter), why not a little tour?Continue reading →
Surely your correspondent is hardly alone in being distressed by the way autumn and Thanksgiving are trampled in the Christmas creep/rush. Fall is the favourite season of many, yet it seems we’re expected to ignore it in the name of Christmas busy-ness.
Isn’t that a shame? And I’m a summer woman, through and through!
I know today is December first, and thus really and truly the start of winter, but let’s take a few final moments to enjoy autumn: the rich fragrances, the sight of falling leaves and the delightful crunch of them underfoot, copious amounts of sunshine combined with an awakening nip in the air, the last glorious riot of colour meant to tide us through the dark, grey stretch of winter now shouldering its way in. Shall we?
A sight often seen throughout the state of Ohio—fields divided by treeline. The large tree, its branches arcing toward the sky as if making an offering its bounty of leaves, is what truly caught my eye here; as we were zipping by at about 60, I’m quite happy this turned out as it did!
Sunday, we were treated to sunny skies and tropical eighty-degree breezes. But my first peek out of the window Monday morning shocked any drowsiness right out of me—for once, the weathermen had under-forecast (but you’ll note they therefore still managed to get it wrong)!
Today I’m (finally) getting my seeds started, which understandably puts me in mind of gardens and their bounty; thus I’ve some garden photos for you to enjoy. Above is, of course, the garden of Thomas Jefferson at Monticello. Now that I’ve a nice wide-angle lens, it seems to me I must get back to photograph Jefferson’s home and gardens again. Darn!
My much-missed “Peace” rose at our former home. None of the nurseries here carry nice-enough-to-buy specimens. Alas!
Fellow ArtFire-ian Azure Dandelion recently included my photography in three of her collections—three herb-themed collections I was quite happy to see simply as harbringers of spring. Due to some health issues, I’m a bit behind on my garden planning and work—normally my winter sowing is out in the yard by now—but last week I finally ordered seeds (they’re popping up at local hardware stores, too—everybody’s ready!) and they should be here any day. Hurrah! Planting season is so exciting to contemplate—particularly considering the winter we’ve had. Continue reading →
Good morning! We won’t be all Dawes, all the time, but for one thing, there are no classic car shows in Ohio in winter, and for another, I spent part of the weekend a smidgen under the weather. Besides: To my mind, few things give us a leg up on the week better than the soul-soothing beauty of creation.
No one else seems to like these, but I do, particularly the first photo of the diaphanous golden leaf lying in the snow. Continue reading →