Yes, I know. I’ve been posting lightly again. I have a really great excuse though:
That’s a picture of the north garden in Polimom’s backyard, and as recently as a week ago, the trumpet vines were bare twigs (that I’d cut back to nothing), the Ruella in the foreground was about six inches tall, and pretty much everything else you see here was either dormant, or dead from a late hard frost.
Well… except for the lorapetalum, which looked like this a week ago:
So — Polimom’s been busy gardening, and not only am I sore as heck from all the stooping and squatting and digging and mucking about, it’s really hard to look at my own hands on the keyboard right about now. The nails are broken, and the dirt is permanently embedded.
Seriously nasty… but it’s all worth it, cuz here’s the west garden:
In the end, I can live with my ugly hands, as long as I get to look at this all day.
There really isn’t a better time of year.