November Playlist. On repeat.

There were two gladiolus stragglers that bloomed in the lull between the hard frost and this deep freeze that will hold me under ice for six months. Warm indoors, I find myself staring past them on the windowsill to the white blanket that has reduced a once vibrant landscape to nothing, or nothing that’s accessible. My greenhouse fund is real and it’s really quite vital. I have to limit lifting the coverings over my less hardy plants just to see dirt and touch something green. The garden has always been a coping mechanism and source of stress relief but I am feelingly the loss of it much more dramatically this year (clearly).

Nov 18th Update: I continued to fail at not lifting those coverings and went back for those roses: