Our enclosed porch is pretty drafty and faces west, which is where the winds usually come from. I can’t imagine it being more than 5 degrees warmer than outside, which these days is getting below zero at night. Then again, I’ve never stuck a thermometer out there and checked. At any rate, there is a broken window right now which makes all speculations moot. I am getting cabin fever pretty bad. Does anyone know of good websites for sheer gorgeousness of floral photography, sort of like the Internet equivalent of a coffee table book? I do have certain books that I like to look at in the winter just because the photographs satisfy the deep hunger for color that I get this time of year. Maybe I’ll compile a list and share it.
Now, the digging and dividing of perennials, the general autumn cleanup and the planting of spring bulbs are all an act of faith. One carries on before the altar of delayed gratification, until the ground freezes and you can’t do any more other than refill the bird feeder and gaze through the window, waiting for the snow. . . . Meanwhile, it helps to think of yourself as a pear tree or a tulip. You will blossom spectacularly in the spring, but only after the required period of chilling.
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