thoughts at the beginning of winter
The last of the bulbs arrived and I finished planting them literally hours before winter started full blast. It snowed on and off pretty much every day after that.
I usually meet the conclusion of gardening work for the year with some sadness and this year was no exception, but nature deserves its annual rest.
I guess it’s never too early to plan for spring, especially this year, after I reclaimed a prime spot in full sunshine from the expansionist habits of wild honeysuckle shrubbery. I guess that means I have room for more roses now.
While planting the bulbs I couldn’t help notice a few things that will make a difference next year. The perennials I started this spring had time to mature, especially the daisies, the yarrow and the speedwell, I think they are going to be splendid come summer.
The main full sun flower bed is a wreck. I haven’t kept the weeds and the suckers in check and they ran rampant over the land. It’s too late now to clean them up, so next spring I’m going to have a blast. At least they’ll serve as a protective cover for the perennial roots, I hope. The new peonies have really grown big, so next year I expect flowers.
The pachysandra really flourished as a dry shade foundation planting, and it seems to have created a micro-climate that benefits the other shade perennials too. They seem to be thriving. Comes to prove there is no such thing as an impossible spot. To deter from that a little bit, what I thought would be a pretty bulb garden remained a day lily thicket. They won’t let anything else share their place in the sun. Oh, well…