Things to Do in December Cause You're Not Dead

Although, I have to remind myself that I'm not actually dead in December and to get up and out in search of the pretty little things of winter (like the remnants of the flowers of tulip trees, magnolias and cardoons past pictured here). It justs feel like I am.

 

Two Haunts

Bookends for the year: One picture taken near the year's end and one from its early beginnings at two haunts of mine. (The bike lane near Floyd Bennett and over in Prospect Park.)

 

One definition of haunt I wouldn't have guessed: "to continually seek the company of" and one I would have: "to stay around or persist; to linger". I've always liked the sound of that word, linger.

Tis The Season

Chinese Scholar tree winter silhouette

 

Here, we mark the beginning of the calendar year in the time of bare branches, the landscape largely a canopy of silhouttes and the stubborn remains of flowers past. And though I shouldn't have to remind myself to spend some time outside among these things, it seems somehow again I do.

 

                                                           Monarda seedhead and stalk

I Had No Idea

 

Seriously. I had no idea every that I was ever going to be the kind of person that enjoyed arranging boughs even a little bit. Had I never sown a spinach seed, I might have never known.It wasn't weeding a green roof or catching a sedum in bloom, but it was work, the last day of mine for the season a week or so ago and though my fingers felt like they couldn't be any colder, it was fun,

It's About that time Again

We're in shortest days of the year which means it's probably about time to go out for a walk seeking some paperbush buds.

A Day in June

What would I give for that now? This was that week in June this year when it went from spring to summer in a blast and the days were long. Next year I'm thinking of a focus on learning more about grass.