Daylight Saving Time. I hate it, hate it, hate it.
Most of the year I just don't like the philosophy. It made some sense 75 years ago - before air conditioning, and electronics, and lots of things that make our modern life better but as an energy saving strategy it makes no sense today.
This time of year, tho, i hate it because like the cows my body just cannot adjust. I'm still waking by some circadian clock that overrides the one on the wall. You know ... at 5:15 instead of 6:15. And the
darker evenings make me sad and lethargic.
I had such good plans to get out in the garden every afternoon for an hour or so, but all I want to do is plop in my chair and read. What do you think wins? Reading, it is!
Fortunately, on those afternoons when it's a bit warmer [you remember that i don't do "cold" - right?] I have done of bit of clean up in the yard. As always Mother Nature has a little something to raise the spirits.
The roses are still going strong in their pots. Both the David Austin 'Sister Elizabeth' and the unknown mini that just soldiers on!
But there are surprises, too. Like the snap dragons that just bloomed this week - what?
Or, the salvia. When I cut back the heavy, dead parts I found newly blooming shoots underneath. And, don't you love the fragrance of salvia?
And, not one but five iris trying to rebloom. One has made it so far.
If the cold nights don't kill them, we'll have more for the house ... very soon.