Thursday, November 12, 2015


Peacock Kale
Like a blow hard, the weather seems to be threatening winter. A high pressure system has dumped 8 inches of snow on Denver, which from where I sit feels as relevant as hearing about spring blooms in Australia. Already I count the days to spring without hearing the starting gun for winter.

The trees are bare here. The oaks hold onto their burnished leaves. The grass is still green. When the sun shines it is balmy. When the wind blows more of the bones of the garden are revealed. I still have a couple annuals in the garden that are alive...

A nice-looking cordyline I should bring in


1 comment:

  1. Still lots of leaves on the trees here. For the first time in my life I'm getting impatient to see bare branches.