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 The Lilies are pushing up , moving the soil aside as they emerge like the tips of spears , a benchmark of spring. Today they all look the same , the color of red lettuce, succulent and powerful . Some will grow to be 6 foot plus giants, others will be compact ..but never discreet. These flowers are the real goddesses of the garden , flaring stamens and pistols , sending out their sublime perfume luring human and insect alike. More will be acquired this spring, for it is always easy to find a spot for a bulb, and the annual regret at not having enough is remembered.

When the gardener took possesion here, this bed was a mono-culture rose garden. As it is admitted freely that roses are an addiction , it was exciting to have the prospect of a brand new rose garden, with twelve roses which could be viewed from a lovely gazebo adorned with clear mini Christmas lights. It was soon discovered that this rose bed had some significant problems, not the least of which was the selection of the roses themselves. They were uniformly pink, uniformly hybrid teas , and seemed to sport just about any rose disease one could mention. As the gardener does not spray, this presented a problem. And then there was the soil. Can soil be dead ? Indeed it can. There was no sign of organic material, not a weed in sight , and the attempt to insert a shovel was met with resistance. Extreme resistance. It was clear that Roundup was used with abandon and that the concept of mulching was unknown. This was close to 20 years ago. The roses are still here, but they have all been repl...

It's a perilous journey this, danger lurks everywhere for spring by it's nature is changeable, fickle, arrives and just as quickly leaves again as the gardener rushes about with frost blankets, snail eradication products and weed removal devices. Fleece garb and a beanie one day, t-shirt and sunhat the next. Some days one is resigned to observing it through rain-spotted windows as the pools of standing water expand and float away the mulch. Every day there is something new to discover .

Complaints about rain, even after what seems like a solid month of it, feels inappropriate , whiny, wimpy and insensitive to the drought conditions that have prevailed for the last few years. Humans want to look up and see skies that are blue,feel the warmth of the sun and walk across gardens devoid of standing water . And the weeds ! This is their golden hour, for they thrive in the heavy waterlogged soil, unmolested , impossible to pull from the clammy embrace of mud and unthreatened by frost. The gardener here can only look briefly and then avert her eyes on the way to and from the mailbox-pointless to even think about it till the soil dries to friability and mulch can be applied without floating away. In the vineyards, weeds are 'cover crops' and provide a beautiful view beneath the bare vines.

Rose pruning is a season of grasped opportunity.By it's nature , January can feature chilly, foggy , wet days and it would seem that the few days of sunshine invariably occur when one is at the office. Therefore, a Saturday in January that dawns frostless and dry creates a sense of urgency to get outdoors before the weather deteriorates, or the new buds begin to swell beneath the old tatty black-spot ridden foliage. With over 60 roses the project typically meanders into February.This gardener is easilly distracted by by weeds -which are legion- and clean up chores from fall that remain undone.Least attractive is the irksome task of striping foliage from climbers that have stubbornly refused to enter dormancy. Why is it always the specimen with the perilously thorny 20 foot long canes that behaves this way ? Puncture wounds prevail. Stangely though, this annual business becomes something of an artisctic endeavor as it proceeds-one stands back and admires the the neatly lopped tresse...

Solstice day today, a wonderful non-idealogical event that all can enjoy. Gotta love those pagans. A brief walk about with the camera between rainshowers presented a few opportunities , and lots of mud. Many weeds were seen but not photographed . The topmost Satsumas were damaged by the early freezes , but the kale is unfazed. Fuchsias were carefully covered by frost blankets , to no avail. One hopes that they re-emerge in spring.

The process begins of moving the plants around to locations that will best facilitate their winter survival. Inside and up against protected walls go the Begonias and the other tropicals that will return next year with a bit of protection. I hover over the succulents...slow growth and expense make them an important target for extra care. The Fuchsias have been installed in a tent prepared for them in RV World . Indoors there are clusters of plants in various locations close to windows and doors;all looking splendid now but I expect leaf drop and spindly growth by January. Just like we humans, plants that are stuck indoors develop a pallor -botanical cabin fever.