Our gardens have gone into their quiet time, under frost, and, hopefully, snow. Nonetheless, I still find much that is interesting. Whenever I can, I go out mid-day and walk around my garden and nearby woods. I admire the puffs of snow weighing down branches, which I gently shake to reduce their load.
At this time of year, my feelings are greatly influenced by Thanksgiving. By now, those who grow vegetables and fruits have likely processed them for their winter use and enjoyment. I, too, preserve for winter time. All season long, I collect flowers, leaves, seeds, grasses, twigs, branches, and rocks. ~ Linda Singer
Fall in the garden…..there is much to say AND do. It is also the time of year to admire the plants that bloom so late in the gardening season. I know some of us calculate our dogs’ ages in human equivalents, but what of plants? I am in awe of the flowers that are simply knock-out gorgeous in September and October, after six months of holding their ground in my garden.
As I write this, too much rain is taxing my enthusiasm for my garden. For me, even under the best of circumstances, this is the most challenging time of year. I do love the arrival of fall with the changing light accompanied by cooler, crisper air. The evolving fall palette, as spectacular as it is, comes with the knowledge that my flower garden season has peaked, and I must transition to this new season.
It is great fun shopping for plants. In my overflowing garden, one would think I would not have need for new acquisitions. This is simply not the case! Plants die or just don’t perform as one hoped, and I love passing on my garden favorites to others. As a bonus, there is space for something new!
Does the universal appeal of white gardens reflect (no pun intended) on our cultural connections to that color? The color white is used in different cultures to symbolize peace, purity, mourning. Colors create moods, and white, with these meaningful associations, is particularly impactful.
Dedicated to those who are experiencing loss. This is such a powerful time of the year, yet simultaneously fragile. Spring in the garden is my favorite time of year. Year after year, I am profoundly inspired as these early plants push their way through snow, mud, and frozen ground. Somehow, they (almost) always manage to survive the setbacks typical of the season. This is such a powerful time of the year, yet simultaneously fragile.
I have lived in Nelson since Nov, 1995, and started gardening here with a few buckets of plants brought from my first garden in Chatham, NY. I inherited a beautiful garden from its prior owner, Anne Robertson. In the months prior to our move, she introduced me to some of her favorite plants, many of which were completely new to me.