Then this morning the first freeze of the fall season slapped the garden upside nearly every plant that it could and the garden went down for the count and will not come back until next spring. For the most part.
There are still some trees that haven't reached the peak of their fall color and many leaves have yet to fall. And there are still some blooms out there, but only on the hardiest of the hardy, including these Autumn crocuses I discovered yesterday.
They are champs and I think I should plant many more in my garden.
Later, the Christmas roses, Helleborus niger, will have buds and I'll make a big fuss over them, like I always do. I think there are now five planted throughout the garden, including the varieties 'Josef Lemper' and 'Potter's Wheel'.
And of course, I'm watching those Camellia flower buds, checking their progress every few days. I did wonder earlier this morning when I surveyed the garden after that slap of freeze, if I should have covered them. I didn't, so if I should have, it is too late now.
But then I read a little something in a letter Eudora Welty wrote to William Maxwell, published in What There is to Say, We Have Said: The Correspondence of Eudora Welty and William Maxwell edited by Susan Marrs (2011). In a letter Eudora wrote on Dec. 8, 1954, she noted:
"The camellia year isn't going to be worth a thing this time, owing to that too - a dreadfully dry summer, the sudden cold whacked the buds - as doesn't ordinarily happen unless it gets much colder. However, those on the north of the house, oddly enough, are fine and full of buds - camellias are so temperamental."
My camellias are on the north side of the house, too. And even though Welty grew her camellias in Jackson, Mississippi, in a climate they are much more suited to, her passing comment in a letter written 61 years ago gives me hope for my own camellias.
So I'll keep checking them until I either see a bloom or see the buds turn brown.
Rest assured, though, while I'm watching these last few buds, I won't just be standing around.
There's no time for that. It's a new season now that we've had that tickle of frost and a slap of freeze, and I have a whole host of garden clean up tasks to attend to. I've got to pull this slapped-down garden up, dust it off, and get it ready for Spring, which is arriving in just 153 days.