Leaving the Winter Sown gardens.
Well, it's happening. The for sale sign is up on the lawn and prospective buyers are coming through. Boxes are being packed and even more are heading to Goodwill with 20 years worth of accumulated stuff from a marriage which has now failed.
I often find myself gazing our the windows and looking at the Joe Pye Weed stalks gently bending with the winter wind and the snow at their feet. The White Lavender shrugged off the snow and looks nice even when dormant. The Butterfly Bushes are persistant in pretending they will not be bothered by the snow and the cold by keeping the last of their little silver leaves they grew in the fall after pruning the seed heads. The Blue Poppies sleep under the snow...
Ten years of winter sowing surrounds me and I feel sad for many things right now. What the future will bring I don't know, but my chin goes up every once in a while and I dream of gardens yet to be.