Not tired of winter--we get only a few days of it per year--but of the garden, and of blogging.
We had a cold storm roar through a couple of days ago: a sprinkle of rain and roaring winds. Smashed pots, of course. Tired of smashed pots. All plants into the ground this year!
A neighbor's Acacia baileyana went down.
Preparing to bloom, the fallen Acacia had put on a brilliant winter show for as long as we have lived here. No more.
Other mature trees in the neighborhood are continuing to die from drought and bark beetle. Tired of seeing that.
The storm was cold enough to leave our local mountain dusted with snow--compare the pale mountain with the brown foothill just in front of it--that pale is snow--though there was no frost here. Too windy.
Time to cut back 200 roses, and recharge for a new garden year.
Okay, one done...
Ah, wait! A lupine seedling! A bird must have brought it.
Ah, look! There's the start of Aloe marlothii's awesome orange-gold inflorescence.
I feel better already.