In May, Dick and I planted 175 confers.
Three different kinds on our 35-acre property.
Then, in October, after harvesting the last of our garden's late season crops, we began to plant again. Three deciduous trees. Larger ones than the conifers. A curly willow (aka corkscrew willow) for landscape interest and cuttings for decorating. According to Organic Gardening's website, "Don't expect curly willow to live for decades; its flame burns quick and bright, perfect if you want a large tree but are unable to wait 50 years." Yes. Perfect.
The snow began to fall and blanket the ground over the roots of one of two river birch that we planted. A mature tree, planted years ago when it was no bigger than this transplant, oversees its growth in the background. On daily walks in our woods, we looked for our little conifers and were proud.
My fenced garden now slumbers. When the spring thaw melts the snow from our chairs, we will once again sit together to remember where we've been and what we've done then plan what's next.