October 29, 2008

Snow fell before it was deeply cold, so there was the rare sight of living roses with snow on them. The terrace is now a blanket of pink baby’s blanket roses, and there was a blanket of white over that.

John and Scott are hammering away at the porch. People are taking care of me, and I am taking care of them, and it is all almost disturbingly satisfactory.

Blue, cold, radiant today. I planted tassel ferns, then replanted the daffodils I dug up doing so.