It happened last night.
The elephant ears are drooping, the dahlias are black.
The banana leaves are brown and the Turk’s caps are gray.
The green has left the garden.
Another phase in the life of a gardener.
Clean up the frozen leaves and stems before they turn to slime.
Dig up tubers, corms, and rhizomes that now have no tops.
Pack them in peat moss, haul them in.
Sometimes I wonder.
What would I have done with all that time if I had NOT
followed this same routine over and over again each year?
My nails would be prettier. Maybe my back wouldn’t hurt as much.
More traveling? More money? A career? A cleaner house? More friends?
No matter. I have chosen my flowers. My living rainbow. My green children.
That has been my path. My little world of tiny friends and flowers.
ALL these photos were taken yesterday, just hours before the freeze.
Many blooms were covered with frantic bees. CLICK on any photo to enlarge it.
(The feature image is a pumpkin bloom)
The Frozen FLOWER