But ever so slowly! Mother Nature is fooling her own as the flora grapple with the unseasonably warm weather (the high today is about 73 degrees Fahrenheit, or roughly 23 degrees Celcius).
To bloom or not to bloom, that is the question.
I have a yellow rose in bloom, and some pink rose buds in the works. The dahlias are doing better than ever, with each plant sporting three or four flowers instead of one or two. The deer are staying warm at home, leaving the unattended and unprotected flowers alone.
There is also a profusion of yellow from one bush that I do not remember planting. It looks like a Black-eyed Susan, but the ones I planted are long done for the season:
Here is an unexpected harvest of beans from our deck:
To bloom or not to bloom, that is the question.
I have a yellow rose in bloom, and some pink rose buds in the works. The dahlias are doing better than ever, with each plant sporting three or four flowers instead of one or two. The deer are staying warm at home, leaving the unattended and unprotected flowers alone.
There is also a profusion of yellow from one bush that I do not remember planting. It looks like a Black-eyed Susan, but the ones I planted are long done for the season:
Here is an unexpected harvest of beans from our deck:
The tomatoes are also yet to disappear, with many green bunches still hanging off the vines as the leaves slowly whither away.
The pesky chipmunks are cleverer, though. They are skittering around the yard in a frenetic rush to store more acorns. They are also using the delayed winter to explore my yard in greater detail, burrowing humongous holes in yet-to-be-staked territory. Like they say in America: "Drill, baby, drill!"
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