We had very high winds with our rain Sunday night. We woke up Monday morning to a sudden new view – a bloom-less view. All the blooms you saw last week in WBW #21 are gone. All of them. Blown away.
We lost the eucalyptus tree I was nursing along. Half of it died the winter before. Over half, really. Isn’t that strange? It’s blown completely over now, so I think it’s a goner. I already miss its former beauty and scent.
An arborvitae blew over, too. Life is hard in The Land of Making Do!
There is a silver lining, though. Over the last week, I’d taken some pictures for this week’s post – before the storm came. So, we’re all set!
The Camellia buds have set for next winter’s bloom.
With our snow this year, we only had one day to enjoy the hot-pink blooms. Maybe next year will be better.
This nearby Cleyera took a huge growth spurt last year. My watermark is at the top of the old growth – above is last year’s new.
As Cleyera’s new leaves sprout, I enjoy the mixture of lime, deep green, and red.
I pruned our Tea Tree Olive bushes for a more topiary effect. The one on this side of the steps is growing very tall.
The other one seems stunted. Maybe opening the base will help it grow stronger. The white Iris beneath had just opened their blooms…lost most of them in the wind, though. The day lily will be along later.
Around on the north side, our shady wall, the Goldie Locks/Creeping Jennie is galloping. I think I’ll plant more of this stuff. Do you love the color of lime? I do!
The creeper helps contain the yarrow somewhat, too.
On the sunny side of the house, the Hawthorns were blooming their dainty whites. French Tarragon sprouts again to the right below. It’s already scenting the front porch.
My one clump of faithfully flowering chives are surviving well. (Or were!)
Speaking of were, I snapped this picture just before the Chinese Snowball blooms blew into bits on the ground.
I’m thankful for the time we had with them, even though it was short. I consider this a grand farewell for the year from this beauty.
Storms can be harsh. Trees blow down, flower petals blow away, and our view changes. The former beauty is gone. It reminds me of life. When storms of life come along, we suddenly have a new view – sometimes not so pretty.
A new season will come, new growth, new beauty all its own. We must be patient. Patiently wait. God’s goodness is there while we wait, and He’ll provide beauty again – more wonderful than we could have imagined. And so, I wait. Patiently wait.
What are you waiting for? A new season of life? New beauty? New blooms?