With the long-lasting frosts and freezes of the first two weeks of January, when all was said and done, the garden made what seemed like a rapid overnight decline.
But reality reveals otherwise.
When reviewed in photographs, journaling each days' findings, it is quite evident the colorful foliage, so very depended upon at Hoe and Shovel for varying hues throughout the year, was slowly losing pigment more and more each day.
Until it appears the most prominent place the eye is drawn is assuredly to so many shades of brown.
Finding any continuum of prettiness is not as easy as it was just days before.
Sitting here at my home office desk with the windows open the outdoor breezes refresh the air indoors. The birds heartily sing their melodious tunes just outside and it dawned on me ... the greenest view is right in front of me. Looking out toward the front garden.
Taking the above photo through the screen I'm easily reminded how I've overused Liriope muscari 'Evergreen Giant' in my garden.
And I'm oh, so unashamed that I have.
Under the dappled light of the sprawling oak trees Liriope grows to three feet tall, blooms its pretty purple spikes in summer, and never wavers from its evergreen habit, remaining its deeply hued shade of green year after year. In this front location it serves as the double-sided edging to the pathway winding from the front driveway around to the backyard.
Coupled with my beloved evergreen natives, Serenoa repens Saw Palmetto, this peaceful scene is helping me forget how badly the garden looks just beyond.