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.

5 comments:

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.