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Is There a Garden Somewhere Under All That Snow?

March 7, 2015 at 9:36 am by Claudia

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The beginnings of the Back Forty, taken from the kitchen window. Since the snow is three feet deep, I haven’t explored that area of the property and, except for the tracks of deer, it looks pristine. What I couldn’t capture in this photo was the sparkle and glitter of the snow, which was quite beautiful.

We’re supposed to see temperatures in the forties at the beginning of the week. It will seem so balmy that we might go a bit crazy. Will we been donning shorts while trying to catch some rays? We won’t know what to do with ourselves.

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I just thought I’d take a moment to remind myself of what will be. At some point in the future.

Sometimes it’s necessary. Or one might be tempted to believe he or she is living in Antarctica.

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I’m reading a lot, doing the usual chores around the house, listening to music, and taking pictures of Scout, which she finds annoying. She turns her head. But I am persistent. In these moments, she would like me to please go away. Silly Scout. Don’t you know your mother loves nothing more that to take pictures of you?

What are you up to today? Are you having adventures? The snowbound and stir-crazy author of this blog would like to know.

I’m giving away a copy of a book I reviewed yesterday. You only have today or tomorrow to leave a comment in order to be entered, so I’d suggest you get on it! If you snooze, you lose.

Happy Saturday.

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The Last Hurrah

November 1, 2014 at 9:07 am by Claudia

On Sunday night, temperatures will drop to 30°, surely ending the gardening season. Because I believe there is beauty in all stages of a plant’s life, here’s a little look at the fading, yet still beautiful, garden. The Last Hurrah…

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I’ll miss you, garden. Thanks for all the beauty and joy you have graced us with, for giving me the chance to see you for an entire growing season for the first time in a long time. It’s been wonderful.

Happy Saturday.

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Potpourri: What I Don’t Do in the Garden for Winter, Scout, & Cherish

October 29, 2014 at 8:29 am by Claudia

• I did a lot more raking yesterday; piles and piles of leaves. Then I mowed the dog corral and the front lawn for the last time this year. Since this weekend is going to turn very cold, with a frost warning, I figured now was the time.

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Soon, I will be out on the porch, gathering up my potted plants to bring them inside once again. Where the heck am I going to put them? I can’t ignore them, they’ve been hanging in there for a year and half, planted last summer, overwintered, back outside for this spring and summer – performing beautifully. They need to be rewarded for their stellar performance.

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The leaves are off all of the trees, save for a few on the catalpa. Leaf clean-up, at least as much as I’m willing to do, is over. I ignore the leaves in the back forty.

As far as garden clean-up goes, I really do nothing. Shocking, I know. There’s a lot of advice, all of it good, about putting the garden to bed for the winter. Maybe I’m a wee bit lazy about it, but there’s a method to my madness. The leaves that have fallen stay on the garden beds. They work as mulch, protecting the plants, and eventually decomposing to add nutrients to the soil. The perennials stay as they are. I don’t cut them back. Why? A couple of reasons: they function as architecture for the winter garden, their shapes beautiful in the bleaker winter landscape. And they provide food and shelter for birds and wildlife. So they stay as is. In the early spring, as I clean up the garden beds, I trim any dead leaves and stems. But not until spring.

I don’t do anything to my roses, either. Last winter was hard on them, and this winter promises more of the same. I may trim a dead cane or two – I had to do that in the spring – but, for the most part, they really seem to do just fine. They come back strong every spring.

This is just what works for me. I live in a northern climate, where it gets very cold and there is usually a lot of snow. The cottage gets a lot of wind, as well. The perennials in my garden beds come back beautifully every spring. And they look gorgeous in the snowy landscape.

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• Scout and I had a little adventure the other day walking on the library grounds. As soon as she hit the long, winding driveway, she started to gallop. That girl! Of course, she was exhausted all day yesterday, but I aim to make sure she has a two or three adventures every week. She needs the exercise and the stimulation. I had a lot of fun with her that day. We even walked from the library to the post office, where she went inside with me to mail some bills!

She also watched the World Series with me last night:

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Honest. She kept poking her head right up to the laptop screen, eyes wide, watching the action. She’s cheering for the Royals. So am I. Game seven tonight! Oh boy.

• I don’t know about you but I was a big, big fan of The Association when I was young. I saw them in concert. I played their albums over and over again. Now, these many years later, through my husband, I am a friend of Terry Kirkman, an original member of the band. (I can’t tell you how thrilled about that I am!) Terry wrote some of their hits, including Cherish, which has to be one of the most beautiful pop songs ever written.

Yesterday Terry posted a link on Facebook to a Pat Metheny version of Cherish. Since I am also a big Metheny fan, I immediately clicked over to it. Oh my goodness. Oh my goodness again. This has to be one of the most beautiful versions of Cherish I have ever heard. So beautiful that I couldn’t stop playing it yesterday. Over and over again. Then I bought it on iTunes.

Enjoy.

New post up on Just Let Me Finish This Page – Displaying Books: What are Your Solutions?

Happy Wednesday.

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