Wednesday, November 28, 2007
This is what I love about gardening. Even after some half-hearted mangling and butchering by roofers who clearly were not giving it their all, I’m confident that the cycle will continue, from bare to burgeoning to lush to fading and back again.
And this is why I have no interest in living in anything less than a four-season climate. Every place has its cycles, but ours is pretty dramatic. Hard to believe, looking outside on a gray February day, that I’ll have my urban jungle back in a matter of months. It’s kind of fun, for a while, to forget about outside gardening and turn my attention to the bulbs, MAYBE some seeds, and refreshing visits to the Botanical Gardens.
But those are minor distractions compared to the hidden action outside.
Now, if someone would just come along and make all these matted maple leaves disappear before snow buries them.