It’s in between seasons and a pending surgery on my knee affords me the opportunity to observe and contemplate more than is typical in the garden. Walking around the property, crutch in arm, I take a close look at a rhododendron that is suffering no doubt to the lack of rain. I will need to cut off at least 2/3rds of this dying bush.
The lawn is lush with many grasses and broad-leafed weeds. They have not suffered too much this year. The towering viburnum’s leaves have started to turn red and the last of the hosta flowers have shriveled. Leaves have already started to drop.
My forced gardening inactivity comes at an opportune time as weeding is pretty much over for the year and clean up has yet to begun.
My knee throbs a bit, so I sit on a nearby bench watching the birds feed off the seeds of wildflowers and nearby feeders. It could be worse.
