On Sunday these flowers were heavy with honeybees. Toward winter’s beginning I usually let the few things left in the veg garden go to flower if they wish. The native flowers (asters, mainly) are long gone, so the veg garden’s calendula, rapini and snapdragons were the only blooms the pollinators could find. With those 70* days last week, I am sure more than a few pollinators were out doing a last forage. I sure was!
Our snowfall was fairly light yesterday, only enough to hide the grass completely. I was hoping for more. Today it’s bright and sunny and cold. I believe I love snow so much because of its ability to magnify the sun’s feeble winter output: there are a lot more reflective surfaces if snow clings to everything. Even if we didn’t get dumped on, seeing what’s out there makes me happy, makes me want to bake bread and drink tea. It makes me think it’s not the end of the garden season, it’s the beginning of these beautiful light-filled indoor days.
One has to look at the upside of spending life inside, no?