Friday, 24 February 2023
at home
It had been so cold at night (mid 20s) that we were bringing two trays of ladies in waiting into the kitchen at night.
Even though I was deep into reading, I thought I should take one walk out into the garden to see what I could see.
I found Skooter basking on the patio next door.
The ponds had thick ice, too thick to break with an experimental poke with a bamboo pole.
I had been concerned about all my newly planted little plants and assorted transplanted trees. All seemed well.
I hope all my new little trees don’t mind the cold…
My new perennials all seemed fine. What a relief.
Something had broken the ice in the deep path, a raccoon perhaps.
My cryptomeria, planted last fall, looked happy despite wind and cold…
..as did my beloved hemlock.
The moss is bright on the rhododendron path.
The deep swale had thawed in the middle.
Rubus lineatus had survived the cold.
The frog bog, being quite deep, had perhaps not frozen at all.
By the water boxes, the sarracenia had proven again to be hardier than its exotic appearance would suggest.
And all was well in the cluttered greenhouses.
All very good news.
I had more Derek Tangye memoirs lined up to read, with perfect rainy and cold reading weather predicted and more of his books on the way.
Tangly Cottage Gardening 
Your garden is very resilient!
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