Dismal

Yep, that's a pretty dismal Hobbit's Pipe. This was a beautiful plant, but the snow in December toasted it. I got home just a day before the snow fell and I went to work at work before I even got home. I just couldn't get everything... or much of anything.

Since then, some physical...issues... have limited my ability to do much of anything. Which, is kinda dismal in and of itself, actually. But 'nuff about me.



This is what's left of Monster, by gigantic, 10 year old (I know exactly how old he was.. I planted him...and yes, he was he, in spite of the fact that he blooms). He was standing until a couple of weeks ago, when he suddenly went into an extreme decline. The bottom leaves are still a little green, so I'm hoping the main...trunks?... are still alive and that he may still yet recover. What can I say. I live in hope. The hope is why I'm not cleaning and cutting back, just yet. We could get another freeze and I'm hoping the dead part will help save the not quite dead part.

I live in hope, fighting despair and depression. I really LIKED this plant.


My pony-tailed palm got burned, even under cover. I am also hoping it will survive.


My fox-tailed fern...is questionable. Easily replaced, but it will take a couple of years for a replacement to get as nice as this one was. Still, it needed to be moved, I guess.


The weather has been nice the last couple of days, and we spent a little time outside yesterday.

I think I'm back where I started, 10 years ago, when 'Pup and I got married. The garden has promise, but it's going to take a lot of work. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it again.

We'll just have to see.