Birds were winging across the pasture hillsides below and around me, and I turned off the radio and put the windows down and listened to their calls back and forth as they cut thru the airways and played with one another. I wondered where the little fairy air traffic controlers were, and had a humor moment as I pictured little folk trying to orchestrate the flight patterns of the birds that were everywhere, and snapped out of my daydream as I noticed the changing colors of the clouds before me.
They were bulking up and moving heavily southeastwards towards the French Broad River that makes up the body of Douglas Lake, and on towards North Carolina. Snaking around the hillsides, I was inspired to see the sunlight was giving the clouds a texture and pattern of soft rose and orange.
While I was sitting there, my mind gathered about me and I reached to open the huge door of my farmer's mailbox, and the deluge has officially begun........garden cataloges. Burpee, Territorial Seed Company, Seeds of change,Vermont Bean seed company,Seymour's Selected Seeds, another Bluestone Perennial book, the new One Green World fruit catalog (woo hoo!!!!!!), Totally Tomato's!, McClure and Zimmerman spring bulbs, and R. H. Shumway's Garden Guide wrapped around all of those and rubber banded. WoW!!
The smell of the rains that were coming was rushing inside the window and smoothing my face and getting my mind to thinking of garden things. With the warm temperatures, I bet I could dislodge some more of that Vinca major and plant those Scillia bulbs that a friend gave me a couple of weeks ago for a winter present. All my containers and the ground was quite frozen and wouldn't even allow the dibble to poke a hole for the little purple bulbs.
As I lifted up the mass of catalogs, I noticed just past the mailboxes in the pasture beyond a huge mass of robins. At the end of December? So soon? This winter is going to be interesting.
As I put the car into drive and carefully pulled into the gravel driveway that leads past Miz Mary's house, avoiding the deep puddles that dotted the driveway the whole length, I noticed she had more beauty berry bushes this year than she did last. Apparently her's are making seedling shrubs in her main flowerbed. But the purpleness of the berries on all the arching branches was most pleasant to observe, and I made mental note to ask if she wanted me to lift a few of them later on before she winds up having a mass of shrubs in the great circular bed. Three or five are alright, but more than ten gets to be a bit much, don't you think? <gbseg>
I stopped for the birds that were bathing in the last large puddle near my entrance gate and huge clump of Zebra grass and watched them fluff and preen and dabble in the water. Put the car into park and let them carry on for several minutes until they finally noticed me and fluttered off in huffs.
Arms loaded, my eyes were looking for garden sign. Green leaves errupting up thru the older, darker green leathery leaves of the hellebore under the Black Cherry tree in that shade bed were greeting me as I had pulled in and parked. The little old lady garden gnome with the frogs in her hands and at her feet and pockets of her skirt was just visible because the new growth of Hellebore leaves was almost as tall as she is. And the last threads of perennial begonia's seedpods flapped and twisted and shook in the winds, like little tan triangles on tethers.
I could hear the dogs wailing their dismay at my ditching them to take Maggie to the vet's, but she was much more complacent and calm riding with me without the hounds in tow than if I'd had them along as usual.
Across the driveway thru the wet leaves (I had snatched her up so quickly that I'd forgotten my shoes.......), my toes briefly enjoyed the wet, coolness of the not yet decayed leaves as I padded quickly to the nook's mini deck. The dogs almost bowled me over as I pushed the door open as my hands were loaded with so many catalogs. Toenails scrambling on the deck boards, they raced past me and sat next to the car as if waiting for me to let them in so they could go riding. Later kids, when we take Mike to work.
Thru the den, catch a glimmer of the electric pink flamingo in the south window with all the cacti and tropical plants, I noticed something red and realized it was red flowers on Kalanchole. As I knelt to look at the little flowers closer, the Crown of Thorns next to it had more flowers, of a more orange red and much larger, as if to show up the Kalanchole flowers. So the winter fairies have moved inside and are settling down and doing their magic.
It's going to be a great New Year.
Thanks for letting me share a moment before the rain storms move in.
madgardene up on the ridge, back in Fairy Holler, overlooking English Mountain in Eastern Tennessee, zone 7, Sunset zone 36