Slow time of year
Well now is the time that we stay indoors, and look out at our lawns. Wether they be green or brown or any color in between there isn’t much to be done now.
The leaves are up or have been mulched into the turf, the last cut of the year has came and gone. A warmer day here or there brings little change. Shrubs are looking their worst (or best if it is a colored branch shrub). Flowers have died back to the ground and your compost piles are full.
The tools have been put up. The mowers and blowers and trimmers drained and stored for winter. Chemicals brought in out of soon to be freezing temperatures. Sprayers long emptied await a filling come spring.
Garages and sheds are filled with warmer day outdoor decor. A patio set, some potted plants or just pots that will shatter if left out in the cold.
Evergreens still green, some adorned by lights and other festive things. But everyone just wishes it was spring.
Sorry the further I went the more of a poem it became. Happy Holidays too all. I will see you in the new year.
