Monday, January 26, 2009

Fire and Ice

Morning is my favorite time of day. Everything is crisp and fresh, offering a chance to begin again. Today's start presented a unique contrast of sun and ice, when what appears warm and comforting is actually cold and frigid.

Rhododendrons cup the ice like little crystal balls resembling a royal scepter. Very fitting for this plant that in 1892 was selected as Washington's state flower.

Our fountain is a common photo subject of mine. And in its semi-frozen state it presents a shimmering cascades of diamonds tumbling toward the ground.

Slivers of ice cling to the wilted petals of a Poinsettia I had set on the deck in my indecision toward tossing it in the compost bin. Always such a beautiful plant at Christmas but after that it's much too leggy for my taste.

The Strawberry tree stands at attention, with a thin frost coating its sturdy leaves.

Aborvitae catching some morning rays as the last bits of cold cling to its leaves.


Darla said...

Your photos are lovely and the way you describe them is great. I too prefer the early morning hours when life is fresh and crisp, (that is with coffee in hand)

The Gardeness said...

Oh yes, coffee is a first-thing must around here, too! Otherwise the day just remains foggy ;)

Karen said...

Not a morning person myself, but I do appreciate those who get up early and get the world started for me. :) Beautiful pics. What a winter wonderland it has been lately!

Gardeness said...

Oh, I used to not be a morning person Karen, but my little guy will not allow sleeping in!

Pomona Belvedere said...

I really enjoyed these photos and descriptions of Seattle plantings; I have family in Seattle, and I love the plant community there, wild and domesticated.

My latest tactic on a long to-do list (in the garden and elsewhere) is to underachieve: just do one or two things and fit them into the rest of my day. It's not as dramatic as the full-on assault, but it does at least seem to stave off disaster. The other key is remembering to appreciate what I've done, as opposed to berating myself for what I haven't done.