I love the turning of the seasons, that moment when you see the first flush of autumn color, or the first white frost that blankets the ground and etches the world in shades of grey, the first precious buds of blossom or new leaves spouting from bare limbs, or the appearance of little green fruits that tell you summer is almost here. We each have different markers of the season, depending on where we live, and even though for so many of us who live in cities and maybe have no garden, still we mark the seasons. 
My home town (Melbourne, in the south-eastern corner of Australia) is famous—infamous?— for having four seasons in one day, and I have to say, it's pretty true. Our weather is very changeable.
But in any case, I constantly juggle seasons — in my imagination it's one season (whenever the story I'm working on is set) while outside it's usually a completely different season — and then on social media, friends in different parts of the world are in a different season again. I must admit I sometimes have to check which season I'm actually in.
Currently in my corner of the world, it's spring, and I have all kinds of gorgeous flowers in bloom in my garden. (Above is sweet scented philadelphus – mock-orange and below there's also jacaranda) Some friends in other parts of the world are already shoveling snow from their drives, and some live in the warmer corners where the season doesn't have much of an impact.
I have a good friend who lives in tropical Australia, where it's warm all year round and there are only two seasons — wet and dry. She's never seen snow, she's never experienced a landscape where all the trees are turning color. I remember once when she was planning a winter trip to Melbourne (where I live in the south-eastern corner of Australia) and was most excited about having purchased Special Purpose Clothing for the trip — a coat!
She recently visited the UK and to her delight experienced a proper autumn — and waxed lyrical at the magnificent colors of the autumn leaves. And the smell. She can't grow half the flowers that I take for granted — roses rot in her climate, for instance—but she has amazing tropical flowers, and asparagus all year round and she picks mangoes and papaya and chocolate sapote and all kinds of wonderful fruit from her own garden. 
We each take our own climate so much for granted, don't we? I remember once when a friend of mine's mother, who was born and grew up in North Wales, was visited by her Welsh sisters. I gave them each a pot of apricot jam to take home, made from the apricots from the tree in her back yard. I thought it might be a nice little remembrance, but the sisters were amazed — apricots — from her own tree! She just went out the back door and picked them! Which is much how I feel about my tropical friend's mangoes. And she about my roses.
I made a mistake in a book, once, having a local villager giving the heroine a pile of lemons. It was an assumption I'd made, because I live in the cold part of Australia. that the plants that grow in my back yard would grow in England — and so I hadn't researched it. Some kind reader wrote to me and said — no way! Lemons don't grow in back yards in England — and of course, thinking about it, I recalled the upper classes had "orangeries" in which they grew their precious citrus fruits. I just hadn't put two and two together.
My favorite season is Autumn — where I live it's sunny and warm in the day, cool and crisp at night — a blessing after the summer heat— and we have a few imported trees that turn color. (Australian native plants don't do Autumn.) One day I'll get to the parts of the US and Canada that are famous for Fall color. For me, the turning of the Virginia creeper that grows outside my office window from lush green, as it is now, to brilliant scarlet is such a treat.
I love spring too, but I suspect in climates where there's been a long and bitter winter, it's much more of a celebration. No wonder the old-time pagans in cold and snowy climes celebrated Spring with wild abandon. And I love the way the Japanese celebrate Spring blossoms — one day I will go to Japan for cherry-blossom season.
A few years ago I recall friends in the US surprised me by complaining of a too-mild winter. Apparently they felt a good freeze cleaned things up in some way, and prepared them for a healthy spring. That would never have occurred to me.
So what season (or flowers) are you experiencing at the moment? Is there a season do you look forward to most? Is there any seasonal event or ritual you particularly enjoy—or one you'd love to experience?
I live in Los Angeles, and we are currently experiencing the Rainy Season, which is expected to last until Friday or so. The week before that we had dry Santa Ana winds off the desert. It’s all enough to keep my sinuses in continual confusion.
I live in Los Angeles, and we are currently experiencing the Rainy Season, which is expected to last until Friday or so. The week before that we had dry Santa Ana winds off the desert. It’s all enough to keep my sinuses in continual confusion.
I live in Los Angeles, and we are currently experiencing the Rainy Season, which is expected to last until Friday or so. The week before that we had dry Santa Ana winds off the desert. It’s all enough to keep my sinuses in continual confusion.
I live in Los Angeles, and we are currently experiencing the Rainy Season, which is expected to last until Friday or so. The week before that we had dry Santa Ana winds off the desert. It’s all enough to keep my sinuses in continual confusion.
I live in Los Angeles, and we are currently experiencing the Rainy Season, which is expected to last until Friday or so. The week before that we had dry Santa Ana winds off the desert. It’s all enough to keep my sinuses in continual confusion.
Janice — not fun. I expect your sinuses would also hate it here — we get cold wet winds coming across the southern ocean from the antarctic, or hot dry winds coming from the inland desert. I chuckled about your rainy season ending on Friday. Good luck with that.
Janice — not fun. I expect your sinuses would also hate it here — we get cold wet winds coming across the southern ocean from the antarctic, or hot dry winds coming from the inland desert. I chuckled about your rainy season ending on Friday. Good luck with that.
Janice — not fun. I expect your sinuses would also hate it here — we get cold wet winds coming across the southern ocean from the antarctic, or hot dry winds coming from the inland desert. I chuckled about your rainy season ending on Friday. Good luck with that.
Janice — not fun. I expect your sinuses would also hate it here — we get cold wet winds coming across the southern ocean from the antarctic, or hot dry winds coming from the inland desert. I chuckled about your rainy season ending on Friday. Good luck with that.
Janice — not fun. I expect your sinuses would also hate it here — we get cold wet winds coming across the southern ocean from the antarctic, or hot dry winds coming from the inland desert. I chuckled about your rainy season ending on Friday. Good luck with that.
I live in the north central US where we are currently experiencing an early winter. I’m not a big fan of snow, so this isn’t my favorite season. Spring is what I look forward to with plants turning green and new shoots coming out. It is the time to get your hands dirty and plant a garden. I can’t wait!
I live in the north central US where we are currently experiencing an early winter. I’m not a big fan of snow, so this isn’t my favorite season. Spring is what I look forward to with plants turning green and new shoots coming out. It is the time to get your hands dirty and plant a garden. I can’t wait!
I live in the north central US where we are currently experiencing an early winter. I’m not a big fan of snow, so this isn’t my favorite season. Spring is what I look forward to with plants turning green and new shoots coming out. It is the time to get your hands dirty and plant a garden. I can’t wait!
I live in the north central US where we are currently experiencing an early winter. I’m not a big fan of snow, so this isn’t my favorite season. Spring is what I look forward to with plants turning green and new shoots coming out. It is the time to get your hands dirty and plant a garden. I can’t wait!
I live in the north central US where we are currently experiencing an early winter. I’m not a big fan of snow, so this isn’t my favorite season. Spring is what I look forward to with plants turning green and new shoots coming out. It is the time to get your hands dirty and plant a garden. I can’t wait!
Wow, Gail , it does seem quite early to be getting snow. And I can imagine the delights of spring waiting for you. Stay warm.
Wow, Gail , it does seem quite early to be getting snow. And I can imagine the delights of spring waiting for you. Stay warm.
Wow, Gail , it does seem quite early to be getting snow. And I can imagine the delights of spring waiting for you. Stay warm.
Wow, Gail , it does seem quite early to be getting snow. And I can imagine the delights of spring waiting for you. Stay warm.
Wow, Gail , it does seem quite early to be getting snow. And I can imagine the delights of spring waiting for you. Stay warm.
I live on Long Island, and I have to say that as far as climate goes it’s pretty much as good as it gets. We have four seasons, and while our summers are hot, they are not nearly as hot and humid as summer in the South. And while our winters are cold, sometimes with snow, they are not nearly as frigid as upstate or in the Midwest.
But we’re all more insulated from the weather than our ancestors were, aren’t we? I recall an elderly Englishman telling me in my youth that you can’ts really appreciate Spring if you haven’t lived without central heating.
I live on Long Island, and I have to say that as far as climate goes it’s pretty much as good as it gets. We have four seasons, and while our summers are hot, they are not nearly as hot and humid as summer in the South. And while our winters are cold, sometimes with snow, they are not nearly as frigid as upstate or in the Midwest.
But we’re all more insulated from the weather than our ancestors were, aren’t we? I recall an elderly Englishman telling me in my youth that you can’ts really appreciate Spring if you haven’t lived without central heating.
I live on Long Island, and I have to say that as far as climate goes it’s pretty much as good as it gets. We have four seasons, and while our summers are hot, they are not nearly as hot and humid as summer in the South. And while our winters are cold, sometimes with snow, they are not nearly as frigid as upstate or in the Midwest.
But we’re all more insulated from the weather than our ancestors were, aren’t we? I recall an elderly Englishman telling me in my youth that you can’ts really appreciate Spring if you haven’t lived without central heating.
I live on Long Island, and I have to say that as far as climate goes it’s pretty much as good as it gets. We have four seasons, and while our summers are hot, they are not nearly as hot and humid as summer in the South. And while our winters are cold, sometimes with snow, they are not nearly as frigid as upstate or in the Midwest.
But we’re all more insulated from the weather than our ancestors were, aren’t we? I recall an elderly Englishman telling me in my youth that you can’ts really appreciate Spring if you haven’t lived without central heating.
I live on Long Island, and I have to say that as far as climate goes it’s pretty much as good as it gets. We have four seasons, and while our summers are hot, they are not nearly as hot and humid as summer in the South. And while our winters are cold, sometimes with snow, they are not nearly as frigid as upstate or in the Midwest.
But we’re all more insulated from the weather than our ancestors were, aren’t we? I recall an elderly Englishman telling me in my youth that you can’ts really appreciate Spring if you haven’t lived without central heating.
Texas – the trees which turn color are doing that right now —so a Bradford pear down the street is beautiful. But, here in Austin, we have lots of live oaks and they do not turn color. Generally we do not have a lot of fall color. Winter is a yucky brown. We do not normally get snow. Our winter temperatures do not include freezes on a regular basis. To be honest, I do not believe I could survive in a truly cold and snowy winter. I would morph into a popsicle. And there would not be a smile on my face about it either.
Texas – the trees which turn color are doing that right now —so a Bradford pear down the street is beautiful. But, here in Austin, we have lots of live oaks and they do not turn color. Generally we do not have a lot of fall color. Winter is a yucky brown. We do not normally get snow. Our winter temperatures do not include freezes on a regular basis. To be honest, I do not believe I could survive in a truly cold and snowy winter. I would morph into a popsicle. And there would not be a smile on my face about it either.
Texas – the trees which turn color are doing that right now —so a Bradford pear down the street is beautiful. But, here in Austin, we have lots of live oaks and they do not turn color. Generally we do not have a lot of fall color. Winter is a yucky brown. We do not normally get snow. Our winter temperatures do not include freezes on a regular basis. To be honest, I do not believe I could survive in a truly cold and snowy winter. I would morph into a popsicle. And there would not be a smile on my face about it either.
Texas – the trees which turn color are doing that right now —so a Bradford pear down the street is beautiful. But, here in Austin, we have lots of live oaks and they do not turn color. Generally we do not have a lot of fall color. Winter is a yucky brown. We do not normally get snow. Our winter temperatures do not include freezes on a regular basis. To be honest, I do not believe I could survive in a truly cold and snowy winter. I would morph into a popsicle. And there would not be a smile on my face about it either.
Texas – the trees which turn color are doing that right now —so a Bradford pear down the street is beautiful. But, here in Austin, we have lots of live oaks and they do not turn color. Generally we do not have a lot of fall color. Winter is a yucky brown. We do not normally get snow. Our winter temperatures do not include freezes on a regular basis. To be honest, I do not believe I could survive in a truly cold and snowy winter. I would morph into a popsicle. And there would not be a smile on my face about it either.
I live in Georgia – in the steamy south part of the United States. Right now we are experiencing the run up to full winter. Though I think winter came early since in November we had temperatures down to 17. We don’t get cold that intense until Jan/Feb usually. Brrrrrr…my veggies did not like it.
Our winters tend to be a combination of wet, gray, dull with what is to me cold temperatures. Definitely I would not do well where temperatures regularly get down into single digits.
Spring is my favorite even though we don’t get the intense cold and snow of the far north. I don’t like cold at all so I’m always grateful when it begins getting warmer.
Why – because spring to me is magic, watching the buds swell on the trees and shrubs. Plants start pushing up out of the earth. I love going outside and counting how many trout lilies have pushed up or how many may apple flowers I might end up with each day. Discovering, oh yes….a trout lily has finally opened. So have the wood poppies. Spring really is going to happen.
Now true the unmagic part is the extremely high pollen counts and the fact that sometimes the world goes gray green when covered with pollen. But then it rains and everything is so beautiful and sparkly.
But I think the event I really look forward to the most is the annual migration of sandhill cranes from the north down to Florida and back. Sometimes there is only 2 months between when they go down and come back, sometimes 4 months but there is just something about hearing and seeing them that really speaks to me.
On the way down, it means fall is ending, winter will begin shortly. On the way north…it means yes, spring will come. Not soon, but it will come.
I live in Georgia – in the steamy south part of the United States. Right now we are experiencing the run up to full winter. Though I think winter came early since in November we had temperatures down to 17. We don’t get cold that intense until Jan/Feb usually. Brrrrrr…my veggies did not like it.
Our winters tend to be a combination of wet, gray, dull with what is to me cold temperatures. Definitely I would not do well where temperatures regularly get down into single digits.
Spring is my favorite even though we don’t get the intense cold and snow of the far north. I don’t like cold at all so I’m always grateful when it begins getting warmer.
Why – because spring to me is magic, watching the buds swell on the trees and shrubs. Plants start pushing up out of the earth. I love going outside and counting how many trout lilies have pushed up or how many may apple flowers I might end up with each day. Discovering, oh yes….a trout lily has finally opened. So have the wood poppies. Spring really is going to happen.
Now true the unmagic part is the extremely high pollen counts and the fact that sometimes the world goes gray green when covered with pollen. But then it rains and everything is so beautiful and sparkly.
But I think the event I really look forward to the most is the annual migration of sandhill cranes from the north down to Florida and back. Sometimes there is only 2 months between when they go down and come back, sometimes 4 months but there is just something about hearing and seeing them that really speaks to me.
On the way down, it means fall is ending, winter will begin shortly. On the way north…it means yes, spring will come. Not soon, but it will come.
I live in Georgia – in the steamy south part of the United States. Right now we are experiencing the run up to full winter. Though I think winter came early since in November we had temperatures down to 17. We don’t get cold that intense until Jan/Feb usually. Brrrrrr…my veggies did not like it.
Our winters tend to be a combination of wet, gray, dull with what is to me cold temperatures. Definitely I would not do well where temperatures regularly get down into single digits.
Spring is my favorite even though we don’t get the intense cold and snow of the far north. I don’t like cold at all so I’m always grateful when it begins getting warmer.
Why – because spring to me is magic, watching the buds swell on the trees and shrubs. Plants start pushing up out of the earth. I love going outside and counting how many trout lilies have pushed up or how many may apple flowers I might end up with each day. Discovering, oh yes….a trout lily has finally opened. So have the wood poppies. Spring really is going to happen.
Now true the unmagic part is the extremely high pollen counts and the fact that sometimes the world goes gray green when covered with pollen. But then it rains and everything is so beautiful and sparkly.
But I think the event I really look forward to the most is the annual migration of sandhill cranes from the north down to Florida and back. Sometimes there is only 2 months between when they go down and come back, sometimes 4 months but there is just something about hearing and seeing them that really speaks to me.
On the way down, it means fall is ending, winter will begin shortly. On the way north…it means yes, spring will come. Not soon, but it will come.
I live in Georgia – in the steamy south part of the United States. Right now we are experiencing the run up to full winter. Though I think winter came early since in November we had temperatures down to 17. We don’t get cold that intense until Jan/Feb usually. Brrrrrr…my veggies did not like it.
Our winters tend to be a combination of wet, gray, dull with what is to me cold temperatures. Definitely I would not do well where temperatures regularly get down into single digits.
Spring is my favorite even though we don’t get the intense cold and snow of the far north. I don’t like cold at all so I’m always grateful when it begins getting warmer.
Why – because spring to me is magic, watching the buds swell on the trees and shrubs. Plants start pushing up out of the earth. I love going outside and counting how many trout lilies have pushed up or how many may apple flowers I might end up with each day. Discovering, oh yes….a trout lily has finally opened. So have the wood poppies. Spring really is going to happen.
Now true the unmagic part is the extremely high pollen counts and the fact that sometimes the world goes gray green when covered with pollen. But then it rains and everything is so beautiful and sparkly.
But I think the event I really look forward to the most is the annual migration of sandhill cranes from the north down to Florida and back. Sometimes there is only 2 months between when they go down and come back, sometimes 4 months but there is just something about hearing and seeing them that really speaks to me.
On the way down, it means fall is ending, winter will begin shortly. On the way north…it means yes, spring will come. Not soon, but it will come.
I live in Georgia – in the steamy south part of the United States. Right now we are experiencing the run up to full winter. Though I think winter came early since in November we had temperatures down to 17. We don’t get cold that intense until Jan/Feb usually. Brrrrrr…my veggies did not like it.
Our winters tend to be a combination of wet, gray, dull with what is to me cold temperatures. Definitely I would not do well where temperatures regularly get down into single digits.
Spring is my favorite even though we don’t get the intense cold and snow of the far north. I don’t like cold at all so I’m always grateful when it begins getting warmer.
Why – because spring to me is magic, watching the buds swell on the trees and shrubs. Plants start pushing up out of the earth. I love going outside and counting how many trout lilies have pushed up or how many may apple flowers I might end up with each day. Discovering, oh yes….a trout lily has finally opened. So have the wood poppies. Spring really is going to happen.
Now true the unmagic part is the extremely high pollen counts and the fact that sometimes the world goes gray green when covered with pollen. But then it rains and everything is so beautiful and sparkly.
But I think the event I really look forward to the most is the annual migration of sandhill cranes from the north down to Florida and back. Sometimes there is only 2 months between when they go down and come back, sometimes 4 months but there is just something about hearing and seeing them that really speaks to me.
On the way down, it means fall is ending, winter will begin shortly. On the way north…it means yes, spring will come. Not soon, but it will come.
It does sound like you have a good range of seasons that aren't too extreme, Lillian, though I do remember it being very humid the only time I visited Long Island, many years ago. But it was so beautiful, and I remember seeing some lovely gardens. I loved that old gentleman's comment about central heating. Where I live the winters are not so cold, so a majority of people don't have central heating. I don't, and there are only a few days — or rather nights — where I wonder if it would be something to get. But I actually prefer to go into a cold bedroom at night, so I never do.
It does sound like you have a good range of seasons that aren't too extreme, Lillian, though I do remember it being very humid the only time I visited Long Island, many years ago. But it was so beautiful, and I remember seeing some lovely gardens. I loved that old gentleman's comment about central heating. Where I live the winters are not so cold, so a majority of people don't have central heating. I don't, and there are only a few days — or rather nights — where I wonder if it would be something to get. But I actually prefer to go into a cold bedroom at night, so I never do.
It does sound like you have a good range of seasons that aren't too extreme, Lillian, though I do remember it being very humid the only time I visited Long Island, many years ago. But it was so beautiful, and I remember seeing some lovely gardens. I loved that old gentleman's comment about central heating. Where I live the winters are not so cold, so a majority of people don't have central heating. I don't, and there are only a few days — or rather nights — where I wonder if it would be something to get. But I actually prefer to go into a cold bedroom at night, so I never do.
It does sound like you have a good range of seasons that aren't too extreme, Lillian, though I do remember it being very humid the only time I visited Long Island, many years ago. But it was so beautiful, and I remember seeing some lovely gardens. I loved that old gentleman's comment about central heating. Where I live the winters are not so cold, so a majority of people don't have central heating. I don't, and there are only a few days — or rather nights — where I wonder if it would be something to get. But I actually prefer to go into a cold bedroom at night, so I never do.
It does sound like you have a good range of seasons that aren't too extreme, Lillian, though I do remember it being very humid the only time I visited Long Island, many years ago. But it was so beautiful, and I remember seeing some lovely gardens. I loved that old gentleman's comment about central heating. Where I live the winters are not so cold, so a majority of people don't have central heating. I don't, and there are only a few days — or rather nights — where I wonder if it would be something to get. But I actually prefer to go into a cold bedroom at night, so I never do.
Annette, those live oaks are magnificent. I remember when I first read 'live oak' I thought — as opposed to what, dead oaks? I was young at the time. And from my brief experience of Texas earlier this year, the heat felt a bit like home. Everyone had warned me it was going to be terrible — and a lot of other people were complaining and saying it was unbearable, but for me, coming out of winter and feeling that hot sun, it was lovely, and I walked everywhere, even though I'm not a hot weather lover in general.
Annette, those live oaks are magnificent. I remember when I first read 'live oak' I thought — as opposed to what, dead oaks? I was young at the time. And from my brief experience of Texas earlier this year, the heat felt a bit like home. Everyone had warned me it was going to be terrible — and a lot of other people were complaining and saying it was unbearable, but for me, coming out of winter and feeling that hot sun, it was lovely, and I walked everywhere, even though I'm not a hot weather lover in general.
Annette, those live oaks are magnificent. I remember when I first read 'live oak' I thought — as opposed to what, dead oaks? I was young at the time. And from my brief experience of Texas earlier this year, the heat felt a bit like home. Everyone had warned me it was going to be terrible — and a lot of other people were complaining and saying it was unbearable, but for me, coming out of winter and feeling that hot sun, it was lovely, and I walked everywhere, even though I'm not a hot weather lover in general.
Annette, those live oaks are magnificent. I remember when I first read 'live oak' I thought — as opposed to what, dead oaks? I was young at the time. And from my brief experience of Texas earlier this year, the heat felt a bit like home. Everyone had warned me it was going to be terrible — and a lot of other people were complaining and saying it was unbearable, but for me, coming out of winter and feeling that hot sun, it was lovely, and I walked everywhere, even though I'm not a hot weather lover in general.
Annette, those live oaks are magnificent. I remember when I first read 'live oak' I thought — as opposed to what, dead oaks? I was young at the time. And from my brief experience of Texas earlier this year, the heat felt a bit like home. Everyone had warned me it was going to be terrible — and a lot of other people were complaining and saying it was unbearable, but for me, coming out of winter and feeling that hot sun, it was lovely, and I walked everywhere, even though I'm not a hot weather lover in general.
Oh, Vicki, what a magical description of spring in the south. I have no idea what some of those flowers are, either, so I'm off to look them up.
I do remember seeing dogwood in blossom one time when I went to Washington and that was superb.
Those sandhill cranes look so elegant and graceful. Apparently some of them go to California — I looked them up and found this:
https://www.wildlife.ca.gov/Regions/3/Crane-Tour
I think it's so important to keep in contact with the seasonal events. I have to work harder at it, living in the city, but I'm sure it feeds some deep-down need in us.
Thanks for dropping by.
Oh, Vicki, what a magical description of spring in the south. I have no idea what some of those flowers are, either, so I'm off to look them up.
I do remember seeing dogwood in blossom one time when I went to Washington and that was superb.
Those sandhill cranes look so elegant and graceful. Apparently some of them go to California — I looked them up and found this:
https://www.wildlife.ca.gov/Regions/3/Crane-Tour
I think it's so important to keep in contact with the seasonal events. I have to work harder at it, living in the city, but I'm sure it feeds some deep-down need in us.
Thanks for dropping by.
Oh, Vicki, what a magical description of spring in the south. I have no idea what some of those flowers are, either, so I'm off to look them up.
I do remember seeing dogwood in blossom one time when I went to Washington and that was superb.
Those sandhill cranes look so elegant and graceful. Apparently some of them go to California — I looked them up and found this:
https://www.wildlife.ca.gov/Regions/3/Crane-Tour
I think it's so important to keep in contact with the seasonal events. I have to work harder at it, living in the city, but I'm sure it feeds some deep-down need in us.
Thanks for dropping by.
Oh, Vicki, what a magical description of spring in the south. I have no idea what some of those flowers are, either, so I'm off to look them up.
I do remember seeing dogwood in blossom one time when I went to Washington and that was superb.
Those sandhill cranes look so elegant and graceful. Apparently some of them go to California — I looked them up and found this:
https://www.wildlife.ca.gov/Regions/3/Crane-Tour
I think it's so important to keep in contact with the seasonal events. I have to work harder at it, living in the city, but I'm sure it feeds some deep-down need in us.
Thanks for dropping by.
Oh, Vicki, what a magical description of spring in the south. I have no idea what some of those flowers are, either, so I'm off to look them up.
I do remember seeing dogwood in blossom one time when I went to Washington and that was superb.
Those sandhill cranes look so elegant and graceful. Apparently some of them go to California — I looked them up and found this:
https://www.wildlife.ca.gov/Regions/3/Crane-Tour
I think it's so important to keep in contact with the seasonal events. I have to work harder at it, living in the city, but I'm sure it feeds some deep-down need in us.
Thanks for dropping by.
If I’m good and walking daily, I get to “feel” the seasons. Right now, the weather cannot decide if it’s still fall (60s for a high) or winter (30s for a high). We’re still getting quite a few sunny days, although they are short. Winter brings more grey ones. The trees are bare, but the leaves linger in the gutters. For some reason, today one of the entryways was filled with tracked in leaves.
Spring is my favorite, because I love the new green and the many flowers. Where I grew up there was a native mock-orange bush, called syringa. My eyes lit up when I saw your picture of the mock-orange blossoms. It’s been years since I’ve seen it in bloom. Please give your plant a pat and tell him/her/it that is very pretty, very, very pretty.
If I’m good and walking daily, I get to “feel” the seasons. Right now, the weather cannot decide if it’s still fall (60s for a high) or winter (30s for a high). We’re still getting quite a few sunny days, although they are short. Winter brings more grey ones. The trees are bare, but the leaves linger in the gutters. For some reason, today one of the entryways was filled with tracked in leaves.
Spring is my favorite, because I love the new green and the many flowers. Where I grew up there was a native mock-orange bush, called syringa. My eyes lit up when I saw your picture of the mock-orange blossoms. It’s been years since I’ve seen it in bloom. Please give your plant a pat and tell him/her/it that is very pretty, very, very pretty.
If I’m good and walking daily, I get to “feel” the seasons. Right now, the weather cannot decide if it’s still fall (60s for a high) or winter (30s for a high). We’re still getting quite a few sunny days, although they are short. Winter brings more grey ones. The trees are bare, but the leaves linger in the gutters. For some reason, today one of the entryways was filled with tracked in leaves.
Spring is my favorite, because I love the new green and the many flowers. Where I grew up there was a native mock-orange bush, called syringa. My eyes lit up when I saw your picture of the mock-orange blossoms. It’s been years since I’ve seen it in bloom. Please give your plant a pat and tell him/her/it that is very pretty, very, very pretty.
If I’m good and walking daily, I get to “feel” the seasons. Right now, the weather cannot decide if it’s still fall (60s for a high) or winter (30s for a high). We’re still getting quite a few sunny days, although they are short. Winter brings more grey ones. The trees are bare, but the leaves linger in the gutters. For some reason, today one of the entryways was filled with tracked in leaves.
Spring is my favorite, because I love the new green and the many flowers. Where I grew up there was a native mock-orange bush, called syringa. My eyes lit up when I saw your picture of the mock-orange blossoms. It’s been years since I’ve seen it in bloom. Please give your plant a pat and tell him/her/it that is very pretty, very, very pretty.
If I’m good and walking daily, I get to “feel” the seasons. Right now, the weather cannot decide if it’s still fall (60s for a high) or winter (30s for a high). We’re still getting quite a few sunny days, although they are short. Winter brings more grey ones. The trees are bare, but the leaves linger in the gutters. For some reason, today one of the entryways was filled with tracked in leaves.
Spring is my favorite, because I love the new green and the many flowers. Where I grew up there was a native mock-orange bush, called syringa. My eyes lit up when I saw your picture of the mock-orange blossoms. It’s been years since I’ve seen it in bloom. Please give your plant a pat and tell him/her/it that is very pretty, very, very pretty.
We are into winter…with a higher elevation comes an earlier winter. This is basically Bozeman, Montana, 5200 feet plus or minus. One local ski area is open, and the Nordic areas are open. and here at my house, 6″ of snow.
We are into winter…with a higher elevation comes an earlier winter. This is basically Bozeman, Montana, 5200 feet plus or minus. One local ski area is open, and the Nordic areas are open. and here at my house, 6″ of snow.
We are into winter…with a higher elevation comes an earlier winter. This is basically Bozeman, Montana, 5200 feet plus or minus. One local ski area is open, and the Nordic areas are open. and here at my house, 6″ of snow.
We are into winter…with a higher elevation comes an earlier winter. This is basically Bozeman, Montana, 5200 feet plus or minus. One local ski area is open, and the Nordic areas are open. and here at my house, 6″ of snow.
We are into winter…with a higher elevation comes an earlier winter. This is basically Bozeman, Montana, 5200 feet plus or minus. One local ski area is open, and the Nordic areas are open. and here at my house, 6″ of snow.
Thank you, Shannon, I go outside and visit my mock-orange every day — it only flowers once a year, but it;s glorious when it does. And this particular plant came as a cutting from a friend's plant, a long time ago, and has survived many a drought, so I'm extra grateful for its loveliness. I also have some branches inside — the flowers do drop everywhere and make a mess but the scent is so wonderful it's worth it.
And walking is great to keep in touch with the changes of the season.I used to be more in touch with the seasons and the phases of the moon when my lovely dog and I used to go walking every morning and night.
Thank you, Shannon, I go outside and visit my mock-orange every day — it only flowers once a year, but it;s glorious when it does. And this particular plant came as a cutting from a friend's plant, a long time ago, and has survived many a drought, so I'm extra grateful for its loveliness. I also have some branches inside — the flowers do drop everywhere and make a mess but the scent is so wonderful it's worth it.
And walking is great to keep in touch with the changes of the season.I used to be more in touch with the seasons and the phases of the moon when my lovely dog and I used to go walking every morning and night.
Thank you, Shannon, I go outside and visit my mock-orange every day — it only flowers once a year, but it;s glorious when it does. And this particular plant came as a cutting from a friend's plant, a long time ago, and has survived many a drought, so I'm extra grateful for its loveliness. I also have some branches inside — the flowers do drop everywhere and make a mess but the scent is so wonderful it's worth it.
And walking is great to keep in touch with the changes of the season.I used to be more in touch with the seasons and the phases of the moon when my lovely dog and I used to go walking every morning and night.
Thank you, Shannon, I go outside and visit my mock-orange every day — it only flowers once a year, but it;s glorious when it does. And this particular plant came as a cutting from a friend's plant, a long time ago, and has survived many a drought, so I'm extra grateful for its loveliness. I also have some branches inside — the flowers do drop everywhere and make a mess but the scent is so wonderful it's worth it.
And walking is great to keep in touch with the changes of the season.I used to be more in touch with the seasons and the phases of the moon when my lovely dog and I used to go walking every morning and night.
Thank you, Shannon, I go outside and visit my mock-orange every day — it only flowers once a year, but it;s glorious when it does. And this particular plant came as a cutting from a friend's plant, a long time ago, and has survived many a drought, so I'm extra grateful for its loveliness. I also have some branches inside — the flowers do drop everywhere and make a mess but the scent is so wonderful it's worth it.
And walking is great to keep in touch with the changes of the season.I used to be more in touch with the seasons and the phases of the moon when my lovely dog and I used to go walking every morning and night.
Patricia, I have vowed to my friend Anne McAllister, who is very connected with Montana, that one day I will go to Montana and experience the winter — or some of it — there. I have seen Montana in summer, and would love to see it under snow. Australians are absurdly romantic about snow — I suspect a winter in Montana might cure me of that. 🙂
Patricia, I have vowed to my friend Anne McAllister, who is very connected with Montana, that one day I will go to Montana and experience the winter — or some of it — there. I have seen Montana in summer, and would love to see it under snow. Australians are absurdly romantic about snow — I suspect a winter in Montana might cure me of that. 🙂
Patricia, I have vowed to my friend Anne McAllister, who is very connected with Montana, that one day I will go to Montana and experience the winter — or some of it — there. I have seen Montana in summer, and would love to see it under snow. Australians are absurdly romantic about snow — I suspect a winter in Montana might cure me of that. 🙂
Patricia, I have vowed to my friend Anne McAllister, who is very connected with Montana, that one day I will go to Montana and experience the winter — or some of it — there. I have seen Montana in summer, and would love to see it under snow. Australians are absurdly romantic about snow — I suspect a winter in Montana might cure me of that. 🙂
Patricia, I have vowed to my friend Anne McAllister, who is very connected with Montana, that one day I will go to Montana and experience the winter — or some of it — there. I have seen Montana in summer, and would love to see it under snow. Australians are absurdly romantic about snow — I suspect a winter in Montana might cure me of that. 🙂
I wrote a sort of a haiku about Jacaranda once. I’ve lost it, but it was something like this:
Clouds below the palm trees
Then purple snow.
I wrote a sort of a haiku about Jacaranda once. I’ve lost it, but it was something like this:
Clouds below the palm trees
Then purple snow.
I wrote a sort of a haiku about Jacaranda once. I’ve lost it, but it was something like this:
Clouds below the palm trees
Then purple snow.
I wrote a sort of a haiku about Jacaranda once. I’ve lost it, but it was something like this:
Clouds below the palm trees
Then purple snow.
I wrote a sort of a haiku about Jacaranda once. I’ve lost it, but it was something like this:
Clouds below the palm trees
Then purple snow.
I remember my grandmother had two prolific mock orange bushes. In May she would cut sprays, wrap them with blossoms from old fashioned roses, and send them to school with me for the May altar. She took cuttings from those bushes to the new house.
I remember my grandmother had two prolific mock orange bushes. In May she would cut sprays, wrap them with blossoms from old fashioned roses, and send them to school with me for the May altar. She took cuttings from those bushes to the new house.
I remember my grandmother had two prolific mock orange bushes. In May she would cut sprays, wrap them with blossoms from old fashioned roses, and send them to school with me for the May altar. She took cuttings from those bushes to the new house.
I remember my grandmother had two prolific mock orange bushes. In May she would cut sprays, wrap them with blossoms from old fashioned roses, and send them to school with me for the May altar. She took cuttings from those bushes to the new house.
I remember my grandmother had two prolific mock orange bushes. In May she would cut sprays, wrap them with blossoms from old fashioned roses, and send them to school with me for the May altar. She took cuttings from those bushes to the new house.
Artemisia, that’s lovely. Purple snow is exactly what I have at the moment- – purple blossoms and white ones from the mock-orange, scattered across the ground.
Thank you. Your little haiku really made me smile. I’m very fond of haiku — I have a beautiful book of them that I bought when I was a student — it was much more than I could afford at the time — hardback, cloth bound, beautiful paper, little Japanese paintings— but I still treasure it.
Artemisia, that’s lovely. Purple snow is exactly what I have at the moment- – purple blossoms and white ones from the mock-orange, scattered across the ground.
Thank you. Your little haiku really made me smile. I’m very fond of haiku — I have a beautiful book of them that I bought when I was a student — it was much more than I could afford at the time — hardback, cloth bound, beautiful paper, little Japanese paintings— but I still treasure it.
Artemisia, that’s lovely. Purple snow is exactly what I have at the moment- – purple blossoms and white ones from the mock-orange, scattered across the ground.
Thank you. Your little haiku really made me smile. I’m very fond of haiku — I have a beautiful book of them that I bought when I was a student — it was much more than I could afford at the time — hardback, cloth bound, beautiful paper, little Japanese paintings— but I still treasure it.
Artemisia, that’s lovely. Purple snow is exactly what I have at the moment- – purple blossoms and white ones from the mock-orange, scattered across the ground.
Thank you. Your little haiku really made me smile. I’m very fond of haiku — I have a beautiful book of them that I bought when I was a student — it was much more than I could afford at the time — hardback, cloth bound, beautiful paper, little Japanese paintings— but I still treasure it.
Artemisia, that’s lovely. Purple snow is exactly what I have at the moment- – purple blossoms and white ones from the mock-orange, scattered across the ground.
Thank you. Your little haiku really made me smile. I’m very fond of haiku — I have a beautiful book of them that I bought when I was a student — it was much more than I could afford at the time — hardback, cloth bound, beautiful paper, little Japanese paintings— but I still treasure it.
It’s lovely, isn;t it — I love the sound of your school bunch. It would have smelled divine. I used to have two kinds of mock-orange — one the low-growing shrub, and the other the one in the photo of tall, graceful canes — some of these reach to about 10 ft tall. Unfortunately I lost the small one, courtesy of an over-enthusiastic gardener who thought it was just a scruffy little nothing, and ripped it out. Sigh. Mock orange in the non-flowering season isn’t particularly pretty, but it was such a lovely little bush. I will have to find another one,
It’s lovely, isn;t it — I love the sound of your school bunch. It would have smelled divine. I used to have two kinds of mock-orange — one the low-growing shrub, and the other the one in the photo of tall, graceful canes — some of these reach to about 10 ft tall. Unfortunately I lost the small one, courtesy of an over-enthusiastic gardener who thought it was just a scruffy little nothing, and ripped it out. Sigh. Mock orange in the non-flowering season isn’t particularly pretty, but it was such a lovely little bush. I will have to find another one,
It’s lovely, isn;t it — I love the sound of your school bunch. It would have smelled divine. I used to have two kinds of mock-orange — one the low-growing shrub, and the other the one in the photo of tall, graceful canes — some of these reach to about 10 ft tall. Unfortunately I lost the small one, courtesy of an over-enthusiastic gardener who thought it was just a scruffy little nothing, and ripped it out. Sigh. Mock orange in the non-flowering season isn’t particularly pretty, but it was such a lovely little bush. I will have to find another one,
It’s lovely, isn;t it — I love the sound of your school bunch. It would have smelled divine. I used to have two kinds of mock-orange — one the low-growing shrub, and the other the one in the photo of tall, graceful canes — some of these reach to about 10 ft tall. Unfortunately I lost the small one, courtesy of an over-enthusiastic gardener who thought it was just a scruffy little nothing, and ripped it out. Sigh. Mock orange in the non-flowering season isn’t particularly pretty, but it was such a lovely little bush. I will have to find another one,
It’s lovely, isn;t it — I love the sound of your school bunch. It would have smelled divine. I used to have two kinds of mock-orange — one the low-growing shrub, and the other the one in the photo of tall, graceful canes — some of these reach to about 10 ft tall. Unfortunately I lost the small one, courtesy of an over-enthusiastic gardener who thought it was just a scruffy little nothing, and ripped it out. Sigh. Mock orange in the non-flowering season isn’t particularly pretty, but it was such a lovely little bush. I will have to find another one,
Lovely, Anne! I live in the Mid-Atlantic area of the US Eastern Seaboard, which gets four clear seasons, all of them lovely. THough the last couple of days have been gray wet yuck, my least favorite kind of weather. I grew up in farther north, near the infamous Buffalo of the massive snows, and spring tended to blast by in a rush so there was less time to appreciate it. I love the long, beautiful, flowering Maryland springs. Which are a lot way off now!
Lovely, Anne! I live in the Mid-Atlantic area of the US Eastern Seaboard, which gets four clear seasons, all of them lovely. THough the last couple of days have been gray wet yuck, my least favorite kind of weather. I grew up in farther north, near the infamous Buffalo of the massive snows, and spring tended to blast by in a rush so there was less time to appreciate it. I love the long, beautiful, flowering Maryland springs. Which are a lot way off now!
Lovely, Anne! I live in the Mid-Atlantic area of the US Eastern Seaboard, which gets four clear seasons, all of them lovely. THough the last couple of days have been gray wet yuck, my least favorite kind of weather. I grew up in farther north, near the infamous Buffalo of the massive snows, and spring tended to blast by in a rush so there was less time to appreciate it. I love the long, beautiful, flowering Maryland springs. Which are a lot way off now!
Lovely, Anne! I live in the Mid-Atlantic area of the US Eastern Seaboard, which gets four clear seasons, all of them lovely. THough the last couple of days have been gray wet yuck, my least favorite kind of weather. I grew up in farther north, near the infamous Buffalo of the massive snows, and spring tended to blast by in a rush so there was less time to appreciate it. I love the long, beautiful, flowering Maryland springs. Which are a lot way off now!
Lovely, Anne! I live in the Mid-Atlantic area of the US Eastern Seaboard, which gets four clear seasons, all of them lovely. THough the last couple of days have been gray wet yuck, my least favorite kind of weather. I grew up in farther north, near the infamous Buffalo of the massive snows, and spring tended to blast by in a rush so there was less time to appreciate it. I love the long, beautiful, flowering Maryland springs. Which are a lot way off now!
Hi Anne, I guess an Aussie ought to chip in here somewhere! Love your beautiful flowers. I’m enjoying the roses from our new rose garden, this is the second season and they are lovely. However, the best thing in the garden right now is our ornamental grape vine which we planted a few years ago and which has grown like Topsy. (Our neighbour is sure we have it on steroids.) It completely covers a pergola at the back and protects us from the western sun. Plus it has grown all along the fence line along the back of the house and is curving around a small shed at the side. Our two young grandsons reckon it is going to wrap right around the house and they can’t wait! It is stunning in Autumn, like your vine. Love Spring but Autumn is my favourite season and here in Melbourne it is lovely.
Hi Anne, I guess an Aussie ought to chip in here somewhere! Love your beautiful flowers. I’m enjoying the roses from our new rose garden, this is the second season and they are lovely. However, the best thing in the garden right now is our ornamental grape vine which we planted a few years ago and which has grown like Topsy. (Our neighbour is sure we have it on steroids.) It completely covers a pergola at the back and protects us from the western sun. Plus it has grown all along the fence line along the back of the house and is curving around a small shed at the side. Our two young grandsons reckon it is going to wrap right around the house and they can’t wait! It is stunning in Autumn, like your vine. Love Spring but Autumn is my favourite season and here in Melbourne it is lovely.
Hi Anne, I guess an Aussie ought to chip in here somewhere! Love your beautiful flowers. I’m enjoying the roses from our new rose garden, this is the second season and they are lovely. However, the best thing in the garden right now is our ornamental grape vine which we planted a few years ago and which has grown like Topsy. (Our neighbour is sure we have it on steroids.) It completely covers a pergola at the back and protects us from the western sun. Plus it has grown all along the fence line along the back of the house and is curving around a small shed at the side. Our two young grandsons reckon it is going to wrap right around the house and they can’t wait! It is stunning in Autumn, like your vine. Love Spring but Autumn is my favourite season and here in Melbourne it is lovely.
Hi Anne, I guess an Aussie ought to chip in here somewhere! Love your beautiful flowers. I’m enjoying the roses from our new rose garden, this is the second season and they are lovely. However, the best thing in the garden right now is our ornamental grape vine which we planted a few years ago and which has grown like Topsy. (Our neighbour is sure we have it on steroids.) It completely covers a pergola at the back and protects us from the western sun. Plus it has grown all along the fence line along the back of the house and is curving around a small shed at the side. Our two young grandsons reckon it is going to wrap right around the house and they can’t wait! It is stunning in Autumn, like your vine. Love Spring but Autumn is my favourite season and here in Melbourne it is lovely.
Hi Anne, I guess an Aussie ought to chip in here somewhere! Love your beautiful flowers. I’m enjoying the roses from our new rose garden, this is the second season and they are lovely. However, the best thing in the garden right now is our ornamental grape vine which we planted a few years ago and which has grown like Topsy. (Our neighbour is sure we have it on steroids.) It completely covers a pergola at the back and protects us from the western sun. Plus it has grown all along the fence line along the back of the house and is curving around a small shed at the side. Our two young grandsons reckon it is going to wrap right around the house and they can’t wait! It is stunning in Autumn, like your vine. Love Spring but Autumn is my favourite season and here in Melbourne it is lovely.
I’m in sunny Phoenix, AZ, where we don’t really have autumn colors (mostly palm trees and evergreens) or winter white, but we do have spring (everything that can blossom, does blossom, mostly in February and March) and summer. Our “climate” runs from mild to hot to hotter-than-hell, but as we say, “It’s a dry heat,” much more comfortable than the same temperatures elsewhere in the country. My motto is “I never shoveled any sunshine yet.” (I come from the upper Midwest, so you know I’ve seen–and shoveled–my share of snow.) I’ve seen snow here (it melted in, oh, 20 minutes). If I should _want_ to play in the snow, I just drive a couple of hours to northern Arizona, a much higher area where they get plenty of the white stuff. Or sometimes the locals will import enough snow that kids can see what it’s like (for a couple of hours, at least).
The coat-as-equipment made me laugh: One year (out of my 30 years here) it got cold enough that everyone trotted out a coat. But it was around 1990 and the coats were all 20 years old–I saw a TV reporter, on screen, in a coat Jackie Kennedy wouldn’t have scorned!
BTW, the only time I was in Texas, they had an ice storm. Yes, really! I saw Dallas from the ground up more than once. Not a fun trip at all, y’all.
I like this weather sharing around the world. Great idea, Anne.
I’m in sunny Phoenix, AZ, where we don’t really have autumn colors (mostly palm trees and evergreens) or winter white, but we do have spring (everything that can blossom, does blossom, mostly in February and March) and summer. Our “climate” runs from mild to hot to hotter-than-hell, but as we say, “It’s a dry heat,” much more comfortable than the same temperatures elsewhere in the country. My motto is “I never shoveled any sunshine yet.” (I come from the upper Midwest, so you know I’ve seen–and shoveled–my share of snow.) I’ve seen snow here (it melted in, oh, 20 minutes). If I should _want_ to play in the snow, I just drive a couple of hours to northern Arizona, a much higher area where they get plenty of the white stuff. Or sometimes the locals will import enough snow that kids can see what it’s like (for a couple of hours, at least).
The coat-as-equipment made me laugh: One year (out of my 30 years here) it got cold enough that everyone trotted out a coat. But it was around 1990 and the coats were all 20 years old–I saw a TV reporter, on screen, in a coat Jackie Kennedy wouldn’t have scorned!
BTW, the only time I was in Texas, they had an ice storm. Yes, really! I saw Dallas from the ground up more than once. Not a fun trip at all, y’all.
I like this weather sharing around the world. Great idea, Anne.
I’m in sunny Phoenix, AZ, where we don’t really have autumn colors (mostly palm trees and evergreens) or winter white, but we do have spring (everything that can blossom, does blossom, mostly in February and March) and summer. Our “climate” runs from mild to hot to hotter-than-hell, but as we say, “It’s a dry heat,” much more comfortable than the same temperatures elsewhere in the country. My motto is “I never shoveled any sunshine yet.” (I come from the upper Midwest, so you know I’ve seen–and shoveled–my share of snow.) I’ve seen snow here (it melted in, oh, 20 minutes). If I should _want_ to play in the snow, I just drive a couple of hours to northern Arizona, a much higher area where they get plenty of the white stuff. Or sometimes the locals will import enough snow that kids can see what it’s like (for a couple of hours, at least).
The coat-as-equipment made me laugh: One year (out of my 30 years here) it got cold enough that everyone trotted out a coat. But it was around 1990 and the coats were all 20 years old–I saw a TV reporter, on screen, in a coat Jackie Kennedy wouldn’t have scorned!
BTW, the only time I was in Texas, they had an ice storm. Yes, really! I saw Dallas from the ground up more than once. Not a fun trip at all, y’all.
I like this weather sharing around the world. Great idea, Anne.
I’m in sunny Phoenix, AZ, where we don’t really have autumn colors (mostly palm trees and evergreens) or winter white, but we do have spring (everything that can blossom, does blossom, mostly in February and March) and summer. Our “climate” runs from mild to hot to hotter-than-hell, but as we say, “It’s a dry heat,” much more comfortable than the same temperatures elsewhere in the country. My motto is “I never shoveled any sunshine yet.” (I come from the upper Midwest, so you know I’ve seen–and shoveled–my share of snow.) I’ve seen snow here (it melted in, oh, 20 minutes). If I should _want_ to play in the snow, I just drive a couple of hours to northern Arizona, a much higher area where they get plenty of the white stuff. Or sometimes the locals will import enough snow that kids can see what it’s like (for a couple of hours, at least).
The coat-as-equipment made me laugh: One year (out of my 30 years here) it got cold enough that everyone trotted out a coat. But it was around 1990 and the coats were all 20 years old–I saw a TV reporter, on screen, in a coat Jackie Kennedy wouldn’t have scorned!
BTW, the only time I was in Texas, they had an ice storm. Yes, really! I saw Dallas from the ground up more than once. Not a fun trip at all, y’all.
I like this weather sharing around the world. Great idea, Anne.
I’m in sunny Phoenix, AZ, where we don’t really have autumn colors (mostly palm trees and evergreens) or winter white, but we do have spring (everything that can blossom, does blossom, mostly in February and March) and summer. Our “climate” runs from mild to hot to hotter-than-hell, but as we say, “It’s a dry heat,” much more comfortable than the same temperatures elsewhere in the country. My motto is “I never shoveled any sunshine yet.” (I come from the upper Midwest, so you know I’ve seen–and shoveled–my share of snow.) I’ve seen snow here (it melted in, oh, 20 minutes). If I should _want_ to play in the snow, I just drive a couple of hours to northern Arizona, a much higher area where they get plenty of the white stuff. Or sometimes the locals will import enough snow that kids can see what it’s like (for a couple of hours, at least).
The coat-as-equipment made me laugh: One year (out of my 30 years here) it got cold enough that everyone trotted out a coat. But it was around 1990 and the coats were all 20 years old–I saw a TV reporter, on screen, in a coat Jackie Kennedy wouldn’t have scorned!
BTW, the only time I was in Texas, they had an ice storm. Yes, really! I saw Dallas from the ground up more than once. Not a fun trip at all, y’all.
I like this weather sharing around the world. Great idea, Anne.
It’s winter here in Illinois. Short days are upon us but as long as the sun is out I’m good. Spring is my favorite season. I love the day I notice the new buds on the trees and it seems, over night, the leaves are there in their full glory.
It’s winter here in Illinois. Short days are upon us but as long as the sun is out I’m good. Spring is my favorite season. I love the day I notice the new buds on the trees and it seems, over night, the leaves are there in their full glory.
It’s winter here in Illinois. Short days are upon us but as long as the sun is out I’m good. Spring is my favorite season. I love the day I notice the new buds on the trees and it seems, over night, the leaves are there in their full glory.
It’s winter here in Illinois. Short days are upon us but as long as the sun is out I’m good. Spring is my favorite season. I love the day I notice the new buds on the trees and it seems, over night, the leaves are there in their full glory.
It’s winter here in Illinois. Short days are upon us but as long as the sun is out I’m good. Spring is my favorite season. I love the day I notice the new buds on the trees and it seems, over night, the leaves are there in their full glory.
Hi Pamela
Yes, the roses are lovely, aren't they? Your ornamental grape sounds wonderful. Natural shade and beauty too — perfect. I must confess my virginia creeper has gone quite rampant and has grown across my office window, and though I should cut it back, I'm leaving it there also to protect me from the sun and keep that room a little cooler. I love it at the moment — it's like being in a jungle room and casts a greenish glow into the room. At the end of autumn, I'll cut up right back. Thanks for dropping by.
Hi Pamela
Yes, the roses are lovely, aren't they? Your ornamental grape sounds wonderful. Natural shade and beauty too — perfect. I must confess my virginia creeper has gone quite rampant and has grown across my office window, and though I should cut it back, I'm leaving it there also to protect me from the sun and keep that room a little cooler. I love it at the moment — it's like being in a jungle room and casts a greenish glow into the room. At the end of autumn, I'll cut up right back. Thanks for dropping by.
Hi Pamela
Yes, the roses are lovely, aren't they? Your ornamental grape sounds wonderful. Natural shade and beauty too — perfect. I must confess my virginia creeper has gone quite rampant and has grown across my office window, and though I should cut it back, I'm leaving it there also to protect me from the sun and keep that room a little cooler. I love it at the moment — it's like being in a jungle room and casts a greenish glow into the room. At the end of autumn, I'll cut up right back. Thanks for dropping by.
Hi Pamela
Yes, the roses are lovely, aren't they? Your ornamental grape sounds wonderful. Natural shade and beauty too — perfect. I must confess my virginia creeper has gone quite rampant and has grown across my office window, and though I should cut it back, I'm leaving it there also to protect me from the sun and keep that room a little cooler. I love it at the moment — it's like being in a jungle room and casts a greenish glow into the room. At the end of autumn, I'll cut up right back. Thanks for dropping by.
Hi Pamela
Yes, the roses are lovely, aren't they? Your ornamental grape sounds wonderful. Natural shade and beauty too — perfect. I must confess my virginia creeper has gone quite rampant and has grown across my office window, and though I should cut it back, I'm leaving it there also to protect me from the sun and keep that room a little cooler. I love it at the moment — it's like being in a jungle room and casts a greenish glow into the room. At the end of autumn, I'll cut up right back. Thanks for dropping by.
Mary, thanks — I didn't know Phoenix stayed warm all year round — I assumed it would get quite cold at night in the desert. I will never forget my first view of Phoenix — I was in a bus, and we drove in from the desert — I was enchanted to see tumbleweeds (which until then had only been in a song my mother sang — "Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds) and also the upright cactus 'trees' — as far as I was concerned they were straight out of Road Runner cartoons. But when we drove in to Phoenix it was so lush and green
Mary, thanks — I didn't know Phoenix stayed warm all year round — I assumed it would get quite cold at night in the desert. I will never forget my first view of Phoenix — I was in a bus, and we drove in from the desert — I was enchanted to see tumbleweeds (which until then had only been in a song my mother sang — "Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds) and also the upright cactus 'trees' — as far as I was concerned they were straight out of Road Runner cartoons. But when we drove in to Phoenix it was so lush and green
Mary, thanks — I didn't know Phoenix stayed warm all year round — I assumed it would get quite cold at night in the desert. I will never forget my first view of Phoenix — I was in a bus, and we drove in from the desert — I was enchanted to see tumbleweeds (which until then had only been in a song my mother sang — "Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds) and also the upright cactus 'trees' — as far as I was concerned they were straight out of Road Runner cartoons. But when we drove in to Phoenix it was so lush and green
Mary, thanks — I didn't know Phoenix stayed warm all year round — I assumed it would get quite cold at night in the desert. I will never forget my first view of Phoenix — I was in a bus, and we drove in from the desert — I was enchanted to see tumbleweeds (which until then had only been in a song my mother sang — "Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds) and also the upright cactus 'trees' — as far as I was concerned they were straight out of Road Runner cartoons. But when we drove in to Phoenix it was so lush and green
Mary, thanks — I didn't know Phoenix stayed warm all year round — I assumed it would get quite cold at night in the desert. I will never forget my first view of Phoenix — I was in a bus, and we drove in from the desert — I was enchanted to see tumbleweeds (which until then had only been in a song my mother sang — "Drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds) and also the upright cactus 'trees' — as far as I was concerned they were straight out of Road Runner cartoons. But when we drove in to Phoenix it was so lush and green
Thanks, Jackie — sunshine is so important in winter, isn't it? Makes everything feel better– especially people. These days I'm very careful to ensure I get a certain amount of sunshine on my skin, as last year I was found to have extremely low levels of vitamin D –despite our sunny climate. It's because I was spending the daylight hours working i=on the computer and went out at dusk for my daily walk. And yes, I can imagine after months of snow, spring would be an extra thrill. In the meantime, stay warm.
Thanks, Jackie — sunshine is so important in winter, isn't it? Makes everything feel better– especially people. These days I'm very careful to ensure I get a certain amount of sunshine on my skin, as last year I was found to have extremely low levels of vitamin D –despite our sunny climate. It's because I was spending the daylight hours working i=on the computer and went out at dusk for my daily walk. And yes, I can imagine after months of snow, spring would be an extra thrill. In the meantime, stay warm.
Thanks, Jackie — sunshine is so important in winter, isn't it? Makes everything feel better– especially people. These days I'm very careful to ensure I get a certain amount of sunshine on my skin, as last year I was found to have extremely low levels of vitamin D –despite our sunny climate. It's because I was spending the daylight hours working i=on the computer and went out at dusk for my daily walk. And yes, I can imagine after months of snow, spring would be an extra thrill. In the meantime, stay warm.
Thanks, Jackie — sunshine is so important in winter, isn't it? Makes everything feel better– especially people. These days I'm very careful to ensure I get a certain amount of sunshine on my skin, as last year I was found to have extremely low levels of vitamin D –despite our sunny climate. It's because I was spending the daylight hours working i=on the computer and went out at dusk for my daily walk. And yes, I can imagine after months of snow, spring would be an extra thrill. In the meantime, stay warm.
Thanks, Jackie — sunshine is so important in winter, isn't it? Makes everything feel better– especially people. These days I'm very careful to ensure I get a certain amount of sunshine on my skin, as last year I was found to have extremely low levels of vitamin D –despite our sunny climate. It's because I was spending the daylight hours working i=on the computer and went out at dusk for my daily walk. And yes, I can imagine after months of snow, spring would be an extra thrill. In the meantime, stay warm.
Mary Jo, I have such lovely memories of the Maryland lushness. And I well remember seeing my first hummingbird there. And deer in the back garden. beautiful.
Wet gray yuck is very dreary, I agree. It’s a gray morning here, too, but that’s the good thing about four seasons in one day — it won’t last. 🙂
Mary Jo, I have such lovely memories of the Maryland lushness. And I well remember seeing my first hummingbird there. And deer in the back garden. beautiful.
Wet gray yuck is very dreary, I agree. It’s a gray morning here, too, but that’s the good thing about four seasons in one day — it won’t last. 🙂
Mary Jo, I have such lovely memories of the Maryland lushness. And I well remember seeing my first hummingbird there. And deer in the back garden. beautiful.
Wet gray yuck is very dreary, I agree. It’s a gray morning here, too, but that’s the good thing about four seasons in one day — it won’t last. 🙂
Mary Jo, I have such lovely memories of the Maryland lushness. And I well remember seeing my first hummingbird there. And deer in the back garden. beautiful.
Wet gray yuck is very dreary, I agree. It’s a gray morning here, too, but that’s the good thing about four seasons in one day — it won’t last. 🙂
Mary Jo, I have such lovely memories of the Maryland lushness. And I well remember seeing my first hummingbird there. And deer in the back garden. beautiful.
Wet gray yuck is very dreary, I agree. It’s a gray morning here, too, but that’s the good thing about four seasons in one day — it won’t last. 🙂