2.19.2007

Under the Snow




Once the snow falls and stays during the winter months it is as if my garden memory goes under the snow. I planted, nurtured, and babied plants last growing season, but today I can't even remember what was planted in the back flower bed by the deck. We do have lots of plants, but still....! When frost hits and pine needles and leaves cover up the asters and mums it also freezes my brain. I can't recall if we remembered to move the hostas that were crowding out other plants in front of the house. We want to make some changes in our gardens when the snow melts, but the discussion around the table went nowhere tonight. I couldn't remember how tall the trumpet vine grew in one corner, or when the sun hit the vegetable garden.
When the snow began to melt I relished the treasure hunt around the property.We located missing items that were hidden under the snow during the cold season. Saturday I found the old stick that held open the gate at the driveway. I also found an earring lost many months ago. It seems like somebody always finds change. The dogs grabbed toys that ended up in a plowed snow pile. And darn it all.... when I was trying to find a glimpse of day lilies under the snow all I found was dog droppings... a winter's worth of dog droppings. I think I will alert my husband it is his turn to do that treasure hunt while I reconstruct garden plots in my thawing brain!

6 comments :

  1. This is really good. This garden writing with your words in the dirt and the doggie doo and the asters and hostas works exquisitely.

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  2. thanks...I guess I will use the digital camera to create my memories next year!

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  3. Anonymous20.2.07

    Sadie saw the comment you made on SilverValleyGirls page about finding dog poop under the snow and she says to mail some to her please.


    from-friendly poop stranger.

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  4. dear anonymous,
    can i add some rabbit droppings with that order? those droppings are certified organic :)

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  5. Our first house had a giant trumpet vine. I can only guess it was as old as the house. It was so overgrown that I thought it was a tree. And then I began cutting back the branches and saw there were two tall posts in the center. The vines were as thick as tree trunks. So invasive, but I put up with it because I loved the flowers so.

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  6. Mine came from a dear neighbor that passed away about a year ago. Now it has taken on new significance in our garden. It blooms a beautiful organge. I'll have pictures in the summer.

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