There isn’t a lot going on in my garden at this time of year. It’s reached that waiting point. Waiting for something to happen. Isn’t that what we gardeners do year-round? In the winter we wait for the new year to come so we can begin starting plants indoors. Then we wait for spring to arrive. When spring gets here we wait for the sprouts to begin erupting from the soil. We keep an eye on them seemingly day and night, knowing exactly when each type of plant is supposed to come up. The spring annuals. The summer perennials. The fall flowers. We wait for the leaves on the trees and shrubs to emerge. We watch as the flowers finally begin to bloom and we continue to watch as they fade away. Then winter arrives again and we start all over. Waiting. Don’t you find that gardening takes a lot of patient waiting?
My garden is bare. There are a few plants that have remained green all winter, but they’re beginning to look a bit puny. As a matter of fact my garden looks a little sad at this point. It’s difficult to look at it and remember how it appeared last spring and summer and fall. So I decided to do the next best thing — I went through the garden photos I took last year and decided to post some of them. I guess I’m feeling a bit nostalgic. And I’m waiting.