Well here we are in mid November, and now I can honestly say the gardens are done for the year. Last Thursday’s freezing rain, and this morning’s low temp of a whopping 24 degrees has just about done it. That being said, I finished up getting all the beds, irrigation, weed mat, posts put away a few days earlier. Everything is safely tucked in now. I just have to get the leaf mulch on the beds because I don’t want any exposed soil, but there are to be some nice days at the end of the week so that is the plan.
But!!! Spring is in the air….look at this!
So at five weeks, growth is starting to happen, and this is so exciting! This is happening faster than my wing healing. Actually anything is happening faster than my wing healing. We turned the cooler system over today from cooling to heating. I hope we did it right. Even with instructions it is a challenge, but the alarm will go off on my phone if we goofed. We will know tonight.
The last floral bouquet went our yesterday. I was asked three? weeks ago if I could do a flower arrangement for a memorial service, so I did a big harvest of beautiful hydrangea blooms, kept them cool, which hasn’t been hard, and created a farewell bouquet.
I had picked the most amazing hydrangeas, blues, blues that had turned a deep purple, whites, and creams. Added some late blooming chrysanthemums rosemary for remembrance, and spirea foliage. If you are up for creativity, I can do it (sorta).
I have had a request for, besides holiday wreaths, holiday bouquets. Sure, why not. My goal this week is to make a prototype of each, with estimated prices, post photos of the next Sunday and we will go from there. The wreaths are going to be all natural, fully compostable with the material grown here or at my brother’s. That is right, at the end of the holidays, you can toss it in the compost, or hang it somewhere and maybe the sprig birds will like it for nesting. No wire or plastics will be used. Stay tuned.
The sky is getting dark, the dogs are getting anxious and I can hear the donkeys calling for their dinner, so I will leave you here.
I dream of flowers. Do you? Until next week. Allie