The winds came again in the night, a thief with impunity to steal and thus coming not in silence but with a malevolent roaring that seems almost a mockery of my impotence in protecting my charges. The train-wreck sound wakes me in the night, and as it continues, I lie awake in the dark, hearing the damage that it is wrecking on my garden. Morning shows the destruction. The lily stems have snapped.
Leaves are torn off the trees.
The steel chimney cap is hurtled yards down and fortunately narrowly misses the ‘Evelyn’ roses that have already suffered crushing damage in their lives. It also misses the lavender that survived last years rot-fest. Somehow the eight screws that hold it in place have been worked free by the relentless wind.
|If you look closely, you can see the snow coming down.|
Yesterday, I made a trek to Agua Fria Nursery in Santa Fe, purchasing more of my favorite blue/purple Penstemon linarioides for my gravel walk, whose gravel I finished sifting last week.
|Just starting to bloom in my garden.|
After this trip, another Penstemon caespitosus will keep my solitary plant company.
|existing plant, just starting to bloom|