When the skies are dreary and the yard is barren, I look for any color, shape, light to lift my spirits. Although we have not had the rough winter like most of the US, winter cold makes me long for spring. Guess living most of my life in a dry, hot environment has become part of who I am.
Green from Yellow Columbine sticks out between dead Woodland Fern. In the spring, I’ll be mumbling about Columbine coming up unwanted in this bed. Now I’m glad to see something alive.
Dead Senna branches will need to be cut off to the ground in the spring, but now they provide seeds for birds.
All the Gomphera heads are white now rather than the bright red ones that will bloom in the spring. Each of these hold about 100 seeds. They will be so thick that thinning will be required. I plan to move some to a new bed and to share some.
“A lie doesn’t become truth, wrong doesn’t become right, and evil doesn’t become good just because it’s accepted by a majority.” unknown