And That’s a Wrap
The end of the flowering season for here at Lottarock is officially done for 2025. And what a year it has been! From the first of the tulips in mid February until the beginning of November with the mums, you all have supported me by stopping by and getting flowers and bouquets, to sending along email and texts of support. I thank everyone of you for supporting me with my flower passion. I am ready for a break though, to be honest. That is a long flowering season for one person, and I have loved almost every minute of it, but the body is looking to doing some other things for the next two months.


The orchard, willowry and twiggery have all be mowed. The orchard has been mown short so the spring bulbs will have a chance, and the others are just shorn because spring comes fast. Well, sometimes not fast enough but there is always far too much to do then. All the rain tanks have been drained, including the huge one behind the garage and Steve and I, mostly Steve, were able to spin it so the drain is on the low side so when we power wash in insides in the spring it will drain out. Yes, we will have to extend the gutter going into the tank, but that is for next year.

I did make a #windowframethursday in my “spare time”. The fingers were not happy working with cold wet stems, and I had cleaned up the cave and dropped the tarp so ugh, the photos were dark until I turned on the light. Duh Kerwin. Anyway…




I have one task yet to do yet…clean up the flower/tool shed. It has been a dumping ground for the last month and I need to get it organized so I can find things in the spring.

There isn’t going to be much going on here in the flower department until mid January so I am going to take a short vacation from writing until things start happening. Seeding begins mid January and the first crates of tulips will be pulled, and from there it’s floral chaos, but in a good way.
Have a wonderful December, may it be filled with friends, cookies, family and locally grown flowers. Yes, they are out there. Until January..
Allie. I dream of flowers, do you? ( And I will really be dreaming of flowers!)








