It’s hard to believe it’s almost the last day of November and I’m outside, and it’s 61°F. I’m enjoying the last few hours daylight and tending to some last garden tours that seemed to slip my mind or got put by the wayside until today.
As I sadly carried the window box planters, with green and still growing strawberry plants, from the front porch around to the backyard, and pulled my two year old sage and lemon thyme plants from their pots, I realized why I’d put off this last garden chore…denial of the approaching Winter. These last bits of greenery greeted me every morning on my way out the door and every afternoon when I got home since Spring. It was bad enough when the baskets of petunias were done and put up for the season. Now, without the lovely ceramic flower pots and planters brimming with trailing strawberries, the front steps look bereft, barren, naked. And lonely.
Despite having a couple of heavy frosts over the last week, the herbs were holding up remarkably well, and the strawberries have new growth. However, overnight temps in the teens next week, will most likely put an end to that.
The plants will overwinter in the small, heavily mulched kitchen garden. Once the frost kills them back, I’ll mulch them with straw as well. Funny thing, after the sage and thyme died back last year, I yanked them out of the smaller pots they were in, and tossed them by the compost bin. There they lay, all Winter long, roots exposed, so it was very surprising to notice new green growth one day, when taking scraps out to dump. I’ll be putting them in much bigger planters next year, planters that won’t freeze up and bust, like the ceramic pots they were in.
There’s weather coming in, darker clouds are rolling in, and the wind has picked up a bit.
Probably should head inside and get dinner started.
Till next time, friends…
Have a wonderful evening!