Last week we were having global warming. As a citizen of the world, I knew I should be worried. But as a tropical flower and reluctant transplant from the West coast, I was in bliss. It was the beginning of November, and the temperatures were in the 70s. I was picking tomatoes and roses.
Yesterday, clouds snuck down from the North (curse you, Canada, with your cold, cold winds!) and by afternoon we had the first smattering of snowflakes. It would freeze overnight. So I went out and cut all the end-of-summer roses off my ancient, thorny, no-varietal-name, granny rose bush and brought them in for one last breathe of Summer. I've been smelling their scent of apples, honey, and sunshine, all day and trying to store it up to last me through winter.
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mmm, I could almost smell them ...
Very pretty.
ARGH! WINTER!
I am not looking forward to the cold (West Coast Transplant II)
They are a nice reminder of the sun!
Cowbell: I wish you could smell them. Hmmm. Scratch and sniff blogging.... probably not a good idea. Anyway, they're very old rose bushes so they haven't had the scent all hybridized out of them.
Lilylove: Sigh. California (Northern). I miss it.
I really hate the cold. Those folks that believe in hell picture flames and heat.. not me sister it's a cold, cold place of ice.
Last week I was still picking tomatoes and pruning my rosemary and basil, this morning I wake up to a lovely mix of snow and rain. The combination of which I abhor.
It's going to be a long winter I fear. I really need to get one of those sun lamp thingies.
doralong: Amen to that sister. That "mixed Precipitation" is just nasty. And here, later in the winter, we get weeks and weeks of car-exhaust blackened snow along the sidewalks and in the gutters. Delish. Growing up in the tropics, winter was the rainy season when the Mekong spilled over its banks and deposited its fertile silt on the land. The people who lived near it all sensibly built their homes on stilts, so the land was naturally replenished and no harm was done. But I digress and dream lush tropical dreams..... sigh.
I saw you name at Hexe's place and had to follow your tracks.
Global warming, I shouldn't wish it were so, but then again, with the cold winds blowing here and the mountains to the West slowly being covered by masses of snow, I dream of warmer climates. ;-)
Lovely flowers you brought in from the cold! I tried to capture as many roses as I could with my camera during the last few weeks. Sadly, their flowering season is coming to an end.
I saw you name at Hexe's place and had to follow your tracks.
Global warming, I shouldn't wish it were so, but then again, with the cold winds blowing here and the mountains to the West slowly being covered by masses of snow, I dream of warmer climates. ;-)
Lovely flowers you brought in from the cold! I tried to capture as many roses as I could with my camera during the last few weeks. Sadly, their flowering season is coming to an end.
"sadly, their flowering season is coming to an end...."
Sigh. Yes. I'ts ended here. The promised freeze came and my lovely plants wilted. It's only been three days, and already I'm bereft.
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