Narcissus Baby Boomer, Tulip Pink Impression, Snowdrops. The remaining bulbs for planting. Two dozen Dutch Master daffodils still to arrive, but I think I can handle putting in that amount, even in freezing weather. And we will get freezing weather. Just not today.
I can give you some numbers which would impress you about how rare it is to have five November days in a row where the temperature climbs above 70F (21C), but I'm sure you get it even without the data: Wisconsin doesn't do this kind of stuff. November is typically bone chilling and drab. This year, we were being soothed. Our spirits needed a boost. We surely got it with our brilliant string of warm days.
Good morning, farmette lands!
Probably the last porch breakfast. We linger for an extra long time.
We have a grocery delivery then and it still takes me about an hour to wash stash and sort through foods that come in, but immediately after, Ed and I head out for a hike along our favorite trail in the local county park up the road.
Bare trees never looked so grand!
Yes, shorts and a t-shirt weather. I could have gotten away with that as well, though I'm too attached to pants that I suppose could be called lounge wear, with a touch of stretch. Worn all my waking hours.
Back in time to put in my bulbs. The cheepers try hard to undermine my effort (they scratch up all places where I plant the bulbs), but I fend them off with bread crumbs. I think about spring and how beautiful it's likely to be.
In the afternoon, I drive over to my daughter's, where I have a last warm weather meet up (outdoors, distanced, with masks) with Snowdrop.
(the fruit of the season: the pear)
The girl has her own clothes style these days: tucked it everything! And oh my, can she swing herself high!
Drive home at sunset: bare trees are stealing the show!
Or maybe it's that we're having spectacular sunsets lately?
So grateful for a whole string of uplifting days. So very very grateful.
