Misty rains have returned on brisk winds. Despite their southern origins, these winds are anything but warm. I add another long quilted layer beneath my jeans before heading over to the cozy cabin to keep plugging away at having my own home.
I bundle up as the earth gets naked. The stark bareness reveals a hidden layer of the forest. In the lush greenery of summer, the lichen covered tree trunks just don't catch your attention.
The grey skies and wet bark accentuate the chiffon lime green of the lichens. Most of the larger tree trunks are mottled to greater and lesser degrees with this living apparel. There is always something to see when you look, even in the solemn hues of winter.
The sky rises and falls and the resting forest beyond the grassy knoll changes mood with it. Small changes become more evident within the larger seasonal changes over watchful time.
The winter undergarments of the front roadside bed have been revealed. The tall Iron Weed, New England Aster and some of the Goldenrod were cut down to show off the golden hue and dried plumes of the Miscanthus. Next year I will try not to divide them just to see how much bigger they will get. At least I will not divide all of them.
This bare earth reveals just how much ground a new garden really needs to cover.