I've been doing volunteer work at the Oakville Municipal Greenhouse two days a week, and I must say taking cuttings, is a great way to forget about the weather. Plus it's just around the corner more or less, so it's easy to get to.
There is the pretty bit that everyone can see.
This is the exciting bit, where we are seeding and propagating. There's another empty room, that will be filled with baby plants in the next couple of months.
Yesterday I got a couple of free samples from Myers Industries. Brown boxes with freebies - is there anything better?
And, inside were two new bamboo pot covers. They'll be available at Home Hardware - at a good price (not listed on the information sheets). They're waterproof - I've plunked a Hippeastrum in one on the kitchen counter to double check. They come in the natural colour on the right - it appears more brown in real life and in a various number of colours. They're very light and are finished nicely on the inside, so if you wanted to use them as containers for something else rather than plants, that would work too.
Before the next dump of snow, thought I'd take a little stomp out to the garden to show you a few things. In advance, I'd like to say think you for looking at the dead things in my garden.....
The last official feed off the kale was last month.
It is remarkable to think that in spite of the cold, if you look under the leaves, this poor sad looking plant is doing its best to create more kale in the freezing cold.
The snow is condensed so I can walk across making me feel as light as a feather.
Last year was the first year I wintered over both the rosemary and sage. Although we really didn't have much of a winter. I'm curious to see whether these two lovely plants will make it. Notice the big puddles of soil at their base where there the snow has melted.
They look not so bad, until you get a little closer to find the beginnings of death.... However, there's enough that looks OK, so I'll just have to wait until spring to find out what will happen.
Didn't have the heart to tell this poor sage about coming weather.
I don't cut much back until spring. Notice what happens to the native asters. The stems crack right at the base, and the seed heads fall to the ground. If I let them grow, I can imagine what the shape of the clump would be.
And, finally a few blossoms. What a scent these little flower shreds of Hamamelis make.
Just like little bits of sunshine.