The garden is to a thin under a Schneedecke, although. Among them the soil is open, no trace of frost. The violent snows of the night died down, but fall completely quietly nevertheless a few few flakes of the sky.
It cleared up itself, the sky shows a radiating blue, the sun lets the snow shine. A fantastischer winter day.

It became clearly more coldly, in the continuous rains mixed snow and snows now it correctly. But nothing remains lying, the soil is much too warmly – still. The forecast speaks of further dropping of the temperature and the permafrost.

Still rather warmly. The first roses drive out. And the Primeln begins to flower now seriously. But where the Schneeglöckchen remain? Still nothing is to be seen by those. Hopefully they survived many the wetness in the autumn and early winter.

It rains – without break. And it does not look also in such a way, as if it wants to ever stop again. Temperatures around 8 degrees. Typical Central European winter, or rather typically for South West German country.

Today we have 11 degrees, a springful day.
Whether my rose folder probably increases? I separated a root from runner, which looked completely differently than the nut/mother plant in the autumn from my pink Gallica Versicolor (however extraordinarily monocolor flowers). It pushed impulses, which became high over 2 m, in addition had it large single thorns, not many close, small like the Gallica rose. It is times strained which (and whether at all) thereby comes out.
Everything a glad celebration.

Terrible weather. The garden transformed nearly into swampland shank. It is very mild, around the 8 degrees, but it rains without omits. No weather, in order to eliminate also only arising Umkraut (which for a word).

Now I found finally a topic for this Web log. I will lead a kind garden diary, where I will try to record all substantial and insignificant events approximately around the garden.

Today is a frost-protected day (after one period of approx. one week permafrost). A good opportunity to go times into the garden and in-collect and into the green ton give dropped rose sheets.
Signature and Climbing Gloria Dei have still green sheets, those to sit firmly and look, as if they could drive each day out.
The soil is open and soft and sticks furchbar at the shoes.

Tiredly, only tiredly. To me occurs nothing more.

Even if the glow wine costs mittlerweise 3 €, I love Weihnachtsmärkte. I love the atmosphere, the smell after Zimtwaffeln and glow wine, the terriblly kitschige music. Naturally also the always bad weather, which belongs to here simply to the Vorweihnachtszeit.

The mad ice-cold winter weather is by and the Central European winter has us again.