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Autumn in the Garden, When Sensible Plants Pack It In for the Winter . . . And a Healing Ankle

Autumn in the garden where, like it or not, the seasons impose their wills on every living thing. Photo by Barbara Newhall

Autumn in the garden where, like it or not, the seasons impose their wills on every living thing. Photo by Barbara Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

I took these photos of my favorite up-north garden last October. It’s a genuine four-season garden in the upper Midwest, complete with winter snow, spring promise, and unsurpassed summer glory. It’s also got autumn, with all the grim stuff that happens as winter sets in — death, rot, shrivel and retreat.

But during a late afternoon visit last October there were still some signs of stubborn life — opulent red berries and a succulent with in-your-face magenta blossoms.

A Dying Garden and a Healing Ankle

I’m just now getting around to posting these autumn in the garden photos because the project fell by the wayside last November when Jon broke his [Read more…]


Winter in the Midwest — When Trees Bare Their Souls

Deciduous trees in upper Midwest in winter, without leaves standing in snow with bright blue sky. Photo by Barbara Newhall

Photo by Barbara Newhall

Note to Readers: This post is the 400th essay I’ve posted on my website since I began blogging seven years ago. There’s lots of interesting old stuff to read. You can explore it by clicking on the Don’t Miss images in the column to your right, or by diving into the category archives at the top of the page. Have fun!

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

My Midwestern gardener friend looks out on her yard and the surrounding woods these days and finds it all a bit depressing. Depressing — her word, not mine. She lives there year-round, so she’s entitled to feel bummed out by skies that darken at 4 p.m. and trees stripped of all signs of life.

Me, I swoop in from a 60-degree, greened-up winter in California [Read more…]


A Midwestern Flower Garden — Beautifully Dead In the Dead of Winter

rudbeckia, echinacea and liatris grow along garden walk between a shingled house and a woods near minneapolis. Photo by Barbara Newhall

In summer: Yellow and pink rudbeckia, purple spiked liatris, echinacea.

A Midwestern flower garden under six inches of snow in February with dead flower stalks and leaves. Photo by Barbara Newhall

In winter: Faded remnants of last summer’s glory. Photos by Barbara Newhall

By Barbara Falconer Newhall

We were invited for lunch, and yes the lunch was lovely, and so was the company. But I couldn’t wait to grab my trusty point-and-shoot and head outdoors to see how my favorite flower garden was faring under a half foot of snow and temperatures below [Read more…]