The madness of spring is so enticing. I love it when things are opening up and emerging from the ground. I also love the middle of summer when fruit is bursting forth, but I even love the garden in the winter when everything is resting. Ross Gay
Well, everything is supposed to be resting… This has been an unusual winter in the Pacific Northwest. We’ve had our short days, saying goodbye to sunlight by 4:20 in the afternoon, but that’s really the only thing that’s felt like normal this season. There’s been plenty of wind but here in Edmonds we haven’t even had a hard frost yet. Knock, knock, I just tapped my wood desk hoping we don’t see winter weather descend on us tomorrow but honestly this has been a long, gray, dry fall-like end to the year. We’ve seen rain, wind and clouds but very little fog and the temperature hasn’t dipped below freezing.
As a result my annual solstice garden clean up consisted of deadheading summer blooming pots that refuse to quit and dragging the big branches that have blown down in the windstorms into piles in our backyard for cutting up before stuffing them in the yard waste bins for green recycling. Not exactly what I’d expected.
Usually by this time our summer annuals have given up in the cold and my outdoor pots are filled with evergreen branches and white lights illuminating the long nights and filling space until spring. This year I didn’t want to throw away perfectly good plants that were still blooming so as a result we still have pots full of geraniums, fuchsias and even some pretty yellow begonias shining brightly by my back door. Surprise!
Now I’m wondering if they’ll last until February when primroses and pansies arrive in their spring blooming abundance. If so do I dig them out to replace with fresh plants or stay with these hardy few for another summer of flowers…