SUNDAY STROLL

It's a foggy mountain morning. The Hemlocks are veiled in mist. but the path is still inviting us into the mysteries of the forest.

The fog is gone The day is well under way.


Maggy Magnolia is a lovely young addition to the evergreens all around us. We transplanted her here in the backyard from a protected spot over behind the Hemlock. She grew from a seedling. She was born in the compost pile at Burgess Falls Nursery where her seed container got dumped. The owner of the nursery gave a talk at the Master Gardener class I was attending and let the group choose from a tray of seedlings he had rescued from the compost pile.

I hope you can see the three sister oaks who seem to have bolted from the woods but got

rootbound right at the edge. I speak to them every morning except in winter when I only whisper "sweet dreams".

Here the Hollyhocks rest easy as they await the spring and new growth.

Our winter color comes in the form of the hardy Dwarf Nandina. They will never grow to obscure our view when we sit out on the front porch. Their summer color is just green, but they put their jewel tones on for winter wear.

Ah, there you go, my first contribution to the Sunday Stroll.
What a treat to share my yard. It is raining and so I did not wander too far from shelter. Perhaps next time I'll head down the path for a real stroll.