The garden looks calm and restful now, just waiting for the first snowfall. I hope it comes soon because there are some of those late fall-winter weeds coming up in a few places and a little snow would cover those weeds right up. Then I could move “weed out henbit” to my spring to-do list.
After all, you can’t really pull weeds out of frozen ground.
There are still a few blooms suspended in a sort of “frozen state” right now since it has turned cold, even if it isn’t snowing. When it turns cold like this, and gardeners have very few blooms outside in their gardens, I get a few comments asking if we post for Garden Bloggers’ Bloom Day in the winter months. Yes, we do.
After all, the idea is to find blooms, somewhere, every month of the year.
I lit a candle this evening that is supposed to smell like “greenhouse”. I kind of expected it would smell like good dirt, mixed with the tropical scent of orchids and other mysterious blooms like those I found at our local Garfield Park Conservatory. It smells more like pine and rosemary, which are both good scents, just not what I was expecting for a scent called “greenhouse”. I once had a candle with a scent called “Cut Grass”, which smelled exactly like a freshly cut lawn. Someone gave it to me for Christmas, which didn’t surprise me in the least.
After all, I do make a big deal about mowing my lawn.
I’m really looking forward to this “dreaming season” that we are just starting. It’s a good time to relax and reflect, and reminisce and recall the garden of this past season. I’m hoping to make this next dreaming season more of an actual “planning season” by writing down some of my dreams for my garden.
After all, what gets written down is often what gets done.
And even though I plan to take full advantage of these next few months to rest up for spring, I’m already looking at seed catalogs, thinking about what varieties to get for next year. I’m looking at the almanac, trying to decipher their weather predictions for the coming year. And I’m already looking longingly out the window at the garden because…
After all, I’m a gardener.
(Pictured above, Bird of Paradise blooming at Garfield Park Conservatory.)