Winter conjures up a dull, drab, gray picture in my head. So I’ve been searching for some color.
But, first, I want to sound a horn and shout hallelujah. Today it rained.
That’s a major event for us. Before today, we’ve received less than an inch of rain, all in small increments since September.
This Kalanchoe has been propagated so many times that I’ve lost count. It originally came from my mother. I plan to always keep one as a special memory of her. This particular one I started in the fall, so it’s been inside for several months.
During the darker days of winter inside, it tends to get leggy and flop over. It’s propped up now. It will go with many others for our Garden Club plant sale.
Live Oaks tend to grow out and the branches point to the ground. So they need to be trimmed on the bottom branches every few years in order to walk under them.
The Quince buds are beginning to open. Such a vivid red. Spring is on its way. Hooray.
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“Never do something permanently foolish just because you are temporarily upset.” unknown