We are putting a rush in our hurry up* here at May Dreams Gardens.

But even with hurrying up our rushing around, there is still time to grab the two hoes with red handles, wrap them in white streamers so they look like giant peppermint candy canes, and pose them by the fireplace.

I wish I had thought of this pose earlier so I could have used this photo for my Christmas cards. But I didn’t think of it until recently, so please consider this your virtual card from me to you.

It is common knowledge that I have more hoes than Santa Claus and each hoe sends its greetings to you.

Hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe, hoe…

I think that’s a hoe per hoe, or pretty close.

Wait, can gardening tools send greetings? Sure they can. They just did.

In other news of the holiday sort, I hear that the Christmas Cottontail is also putting the rush in his hurry up to be ready for his Christmas Eve duties with Santa Claus. By then he has to have all the seeds and bulbs ready to plant in the gardens of all the good gardeners so they’ll have spring flowers for Easter.

I hope you are one of the good gardeners.

In yet more news of the gardening and holiday type, I’ve been wildly looking for a potted blooming hellebore (aka Christmas Rose). I’ve put the word out and so far I’ve heard reports that there are some clear on the other side of the city, which, with the traffic around that area, might as well be on the other side of the state. Even further from me, Cindy from Texas reported seeing some at her local grocery store, as did Frances in Tennessee and Kathy in upstate New York.

I’ll keep looking.

In the meantime, because I’ve become enamored with Hellebores, until the next pretty flower comes along, I bought myself an early Christmas present, Hellebores: A Comprensive Guide. I look forward to diving down the rabbit hole that is this book in the days to come.

After Christmas, I hope I will no longer have to put a rush in my hurry up* and have some time to enjoy the respite of winter.

*I made up that saying, “put the rush in your hurry up”. It’s a bit very annoying but seems to fit for the days before the holidays and other busy times in our lives. (Strike out and edit provided by the garden fairies).