Monday, December 15, 2014

The Frosty Garden


This was our back yard yesterday morning in the pinkish light of dawn -- the grass coated with a rime of frost, the few remaining leaves brittle and orange-brown. It was really cold yesterday morning, at least for London. I moved our amaryllis (which have dwindled back to dormant bulbs) from the patio into our metal shed at the rear of the garden, and I'm hoping it stays warm enough in there to keep them alive. I want them to have a few weeks of cold, dark hibernation before we bring them inside and prod them back into bloom.


Inside, though, we have a bit of summer! I bought these tomatoes at the produce store on the high street last week and I haven't had a chance to eat them -- which is just as well, because they're sure pretty, sitting on our kitchen windowsill.


Olga and I went for a long walk yesterday on and around Hampstead Heath. We were out more than three hours, and we encountered iced-over puddles that cracked and tinkled as Olga waded through them. Although she was full of enthusiastic energy all through the walk (and required another bath when we got home), she collapsed on the couch almost as soon as we returned and has basically been asleep ever since.

It definitely makes things peaceful around here when the dog is asleep. She's not sitting at our knees looking dolefully at us while we eat, and she's not dropping her spit-covered Kong toy in our laps. As I've often said, it's my mission to wear out the dog!

4 comments:

ellen abbott said...

that is such a beautiful park and lucky you that it is so close. we keep my sister's dogs when she goes out of town. in fact they will be coming on Friday for a week. a week of doleful looks.

John Gray said...

I love you Americans
A yard in the UK Has no grass
A yard with grass is known as a back garden....
Xxxxx

Elizabeth said...

Your tromps through the streets and parks of London with Olga are just endlessly entertaining -- I've never been to England, and I think that when I visit it finally, one of these days, it will forever be colored by YOU and your beautiful work.

37paddington said...

What Eluzabeth said, except I have been to England, even lived there as a child, and reading your blog is the first time I've ever felt a curiosity to return!