That is the title of this little F.S. Church print that hangs on the wall above my writing desk.
A winter day like today.
We are in a week of frozen cold starry nights that open into icy cold mornings. But the sky becomes mostly blue and clear with slightly warm sun at noon –except for in the shady places, which never thaw. (Just like that day I rolled the car a few years ago in a shady bit of road where only the frosty surface had melted, so there was water over ice. Very slippery. Just so you know.)
Such a great time to work outside! And no one has locked up the pruners so I cut back some more rose bushes yesterday afternoon. Today I have in mind a huge spirea bush. I am actually thinking of using a little limb saw in this case. I won’t photograph today’s garden violence because I do not want to further scar the gentle psyches of my readers after the rose pruning incident of last week.
But wait, Tillie is telling me something… Oh.
Tillie feels the radical pruning of the spirea will build the character of readers! Well all right then, I will take photographs.
Here is the spirea bush, about to be given extreme care.
And I THINK it is a spirea.
[sounds of clipping and sawing]
There! All done.
I was hoping that having the solar garden light in this picture would make you feel better about the pruning…But here to really cheer you up is a little pansy, blooming in a protected sunny spot near the greenhouse.
In other winter news: the striped tiarella seeds I gathered last summer have sprouted into teeny tiarellas–and if those are patented or something then these are delphinium sprouts.
And here is a very exciting photograph of one of the six or so surviving clematis cuttings. This plant is poised to burst into vine at the first sign of spring!
Well not really, but the Plant Goddess grew them and she recklessly gave them to me. They are so adorable that I am going to try my hardest to not kill them.
Maybe think about this: soon, if the weather holds, I move on to the raspberry canes…