November 15, 2009
How desolate the garden has looked in the last couple of days as a wild wind sweeps through it, rustling the dry stalks and whistling through the shrubbery and the curly willows.
The pansies have succumbed to recent frosts, and although they still present little patches of lemon yellow the petals are limp and pressed forlornly against the frosty leaves.
Indoors, where the Christmas cactus are now living after a summer in the garden, they have decided to bloom early and make a pretty picture on the wide window sill in the big bathroom.
I hesitate to pot up the paper whites before the beginning of December in case they too jump the gun!
And the amaryllis I save for February to get us through that last month of winter (hopefully).
Swan Lake (Part 7)
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