… catches the worm. While this is fun in summer, the darkness of a November morning usually makes it a gloomy experience. This morning was an exception, the full moon hiding behind the clouds shedding beams of light across the sky. If I had had a better camera the impression would have been even more vivid.While I was at it, I took a few fotos of my climbing rose New Dawn. (Waiting for the sun to rise, I thought it was a fitting motif.) Like many others this has grown from a cutling and is now about five years old. The ugly brown stuff in the back is a clematis alpina which I planted two years ago. Only this summer both flowers have met in the middle of the rosebow so I’m looking forward to next spring when latter will be covered with blue flowers in April and May — and with pink ones from June to December. In fact, as the clematis has a second bloom in August the combination of both might just be perfect.
Archive for November, 2007
Only yesterday I learned about this action from Jodi. Being too dark to take photos the same day I grabbed my camera first thing in the morning and took some pictures of what November has left me with. All in all the garden looks rather ragged because either I didn’t have enough time to do much cleaning up or the weather was too nasty for it.
So here come my November stars:
First of all the chrysanthemums. Together with the miniature roses they make for a bright yellow spot right at our driveway so at least our entrance still looks inviting. They are quite torn from the storms — although what we got here was nothing compared to the hurricane Jodi posted about. Believe it or not they are all grown from one plant. As they tend to break in the wind, I simply stuck the pieces back in — and there you are.
Also, the bellflowers haven’t given up yet creating the odd spots of blue on the ground. Bellflowers are one of my favourites. They come in so many different shapes from really tiny blossoms to massive cups, hidden on the ground to rising tall up and blooming from May until the first frost.
My potted garden. Having taken in the fuchsias and having lost the petunias to the latest frost, I needed colour near the house. So I bought some cyclamen hoping that it won’t get too cold for them to last until Christmas. The plants in the back are no flowers in the strict sense of the word — but being a kraut myself, these decorative cabbages were a must. As far as I know they only give up when the frost becomes too severe which usually doesn’t happen until January here, if at all.
And finally my calendula that I didn’t have the heart to tear out. I’m glad I didn’t because this bright orange is just the colour I need on dreary, damp, foggy days as this.If it stays as mild as this these last colurs will remain until Christmas. However, any early snow in the beginning of December may ruin all this and kill off also the late roses (New Dawn is still full of flowers). Should this happen I wouldn’t be sad about it. There will be more great motifs such as frosted leaves, tracks in the snow etc.
Sunday morning. The sun is shining — a bright November day just about to begin. Too good to be true.
And so it was: On my desk there was still a pile of essays to be corrected, and it has only diminished by about half as I am writing now, so it’s going to be a late night. The longer I’m in this profession the more tedious this correcting part of it becomes. In the warm season it’s OK. At least I can take the pile and all my dictionaries and note-taking paper and pot of tea outside — work goes so much faster when you are sitting in the garden. But most of the year it is either too cold or too wet to do this. So before starting I took a photo. Like in a bad joke the sun illuminates just the decisive part of the desk, the disorder of which both reflects and enhances my unwillingness to occupy it.
Well I haven’t sat at my desk all day; after lunch went out with our youngest whom we had promised to go to the sea life center near the place where my parents live (as they are on holiday, we had promised to look after the plants and the fish in the pond while they are away). However, we never got to the fish. On our way we noticed that there was a riding tournament, so we stopped, got out of the car and looked at horses jumping over hurdles instead. With an immensely happy daughter — like all girls I know she is an ardent horse lover — we just about made it to my parents’ house and back for dinner.
Now with the kids safely in bed, I’m back at my desk, the test books nastily grinning at me. Unfortunately there is no way around them if I don’t want to risk a sleepless night.