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January: hello from the fishbowl

Melissa Northern Italy zone 8
3 months ago
last modified: 3 months ago



Here is one of the neighbor's calves, staring in our living room window as our cats and we stare back. The neighbors let their calves run free for a while until they stall them for milk production. They wander over the fields and through our garden, file down through the woods exploring, lollop down the tractor road to the farther fields. I suspect this is great for the calves' health and happiness, but it used to infuriate me: the deep hoofprints they dig into wet clay paths, and the damage they do stumbling over low slopes and through shrubs, and their occasional experimental plant sampling. However, it eventually occurred to me that cows eat mainly grass, and that they were both mowing and fertilizing the garden. So I became more accepting. And it is pleasant to see livestock living free for a while and enjoying themselves.

January has not been tremendously cheery here. I caught a cold/virus/something shortly before Christmas which I haven't yet shaken off, while DH and DD are both tired, coldish, and generally feeling vaguely poorly. The weather has been nasty for quite a while, first gray, then raining, now rawly cold, as we wimpy residents of this part of the world define cold. The rain, though it kept us somnolent in the house, was fabulous as far as precipitation is concerned. It rained! Possibly two inches, though I didn't measure it. I don't know what it did for groundwater levels, but the garden certainly got watered.

I get out when the weather permits and do cleanup in the garden; also, in spite of my oft-repeated resolve never to plant after the start of the new year, DH and I have planted a few things. I had DH dig up some starts of flowering ash and oak seedlings to plant in an open area that I want to turn into a pocket woodland. This casual effort may not work: if it doesn't, try again with more preparation next time. I've continued my interminable hedging with a few plants, more to get them out of their pots, where I have to protect them from cold, than from eagerness to have them in the ground. It's pleasant, as always, to see how the roses are doing and greet them as I work on them.

There's a little in bloom: the native Helleborus foetidus is opening its lime-green flowers; and the green snowdrops (Galanthus woronowii) in the woods are up and showing their buds. I like the green snowdrops, but they're not what I ordered, which was the native snowdrop, G. nivalis. I wanted native flowers for the woods, but had planted them all over before I discovered they were the wrong species. They're spreading like mad, too. Oh, well. I'm still waiting for the common snowdrops, which I do have some of, to show, and their double forms: they should bloom in January, too.

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