Though one may occasionally detect a slight icy mist around it, the pond is crystal clear these days. Pokey the Turtle has gone to bed beneath the muck in the pond's bottom. The goldfish and koi spend their days moving about languidly. Spears of
Juncus effusus 'Spiralis' - corkscrew rush and
Iris sibirica are crushed under the weight of the previous days' snowfall, but the pond does not freeze. (And even if it does freeze, my trusty little red pond de-icer will keep an opening in the ice so that the water below the ice will remain oxygenated.)
And elsewhere in the garden, those golden fronds of
Amsonia hubrechtii swoon onto the virgin snow, though if one looks more closely, the snow is not quite as maidenly as one might imagine at first light. The birds have already visited.
A few days later, after the rains, the bones of the garden resurface.
And elsewhere in the garden, those golden fronds of Amsonia hubrechtii swoon onto the virgin snow, though if one looks more closely, the snow is not quite as maidenly as one might imagine at first light. The birds have already visited.
A few days later, after the rains, the bones of the garden resurface.
2 comments:
Love the view from above! Stay warm,
C.L.
Thank you, I'll tell Larry.
Have you checked out the Youtube slide show "A Brooklyn Garden Awakens to Spring," linked on the sidebar here? It shows the garden,from above, from spring through summer.
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