In the early morning light, I woke to it barely seeping through the fabric of the curtains. I tossed about awhile in bed, but finally just got up and got on with my day.
Ivy was happy to get her canned food early. Now she’s up on the cupboard looking out on the small front yard. She kind of looks like a sphinx up there peering out the window!
I don’t hear any chirping, so the sparrows she’s waiting for haven’t come to peck at the front bushes just below the window yet.
Early Morning Light:
When I wake up early the patio looks bathed in a light gray tint. Then everything slowly wakes up and the plants wait for the sun to shine in their direction.
Hopefully it will become cooler soon. I so need to clear out the dead parts of the Lamb’s Ear underneath all the new growth, Trim back the petunias and zinnias and sedum.
I went out early after my cup of decaf and cut the dead stalks off the allium plant before the sun reached that far. Maybe the light purple blooms will appear again.
I’m hoping some of the plants might liven up a bit before closing up shop for the wintertime.
A disappointing summer for flowers:
I never did see any of the morning glories I planted do anything but grow leaves. Nary a flower anywhere. This was a disappointment. Kind of a bust of a season for flowers this year.
Next year maybe I’ll plant Hyacinth Bean Vine again. I do love those deep purple seed pods. In the past I’ve planted it to grow up the fence adjoining the neighbor’s patio.
I haven’t seen that woman next door since the day she moved in, when I saw her through my window one time. She keeps to herself, so I hate to bother her. I think maybe she might work at night.
Poor dead tree & rose bush:
That poor dead Ginkgo Biloba Jade Butterfly tree has sat out there like a skeleton all summer. The winter killed it and it’s far too heavy for me to do anything with it. At least I had it for about 3 years before the harsher winter arrived.
Maybe one day my oldest grandson will come over and do away with it for me somehow. I hate looking out the window and seeing that poor dead tree right in my line of vision.
Same with the rose bush. Of course it’s thorny, so I don’t know how I’ll ever get that out of there. I sure missed seeing those yellow roses this summer.
But at least it’s way over by the gate leading to the alley, so I don’t see it through the French doors when I’m sitting in my chair.
Oh, the casualties of a hard winter.
News about winter 2022:
The 2022 Old Farmer’s Almanac comes with a winter warning: Prepare for a “Season of Shivers.” This winter will be punctuated by positively bone-chilling, below-average temperatures across most of the United States.
I hate to think about that.