Like most folks, my mind wanders all over the place, pushed in one direction by something I read or see, pushed in another direction by a memory.
For instance, even though we in this part of the world have experienced mild winters before and known roses to bloom in December, this year has been unique in its own way. Here it is in late November, and there are zinnias and Mexican tuberoses and potted periwinkle and clibrachoa all blooming in the garden, as well as pots of impatiens and pentas. It's a big awkward for me right now, because I have pots of pansies that I planted, ready to put out in the outside pots for the winter. But to discard the impatiens and pentas when they are flourishing is something I cannot do right now, although I may have to simply transplant them to a space in a flower bed, so that I can settle the pansies into where they will be belong, before some arctic blast comes along (and we always have to be prepared for one).
In the meantime spring-blooming bulbs are sending their spears up, so at least I know where they are so I can plant some perennials around them. I plan every year to mark open spaces that don't contain bulbs so that I can slide some daylilies or whatever into the open spots, but as I have said, my mind wanders and/or events overwhelm me. Maybe next year!
