One of the warmest winters on record just ahead. It’s already mid-December and, although my own hostas and tomatoes are dead and gone for the year, some other yards in my Brooklyn hood look like they’ve just migrated from Florida.
I have to say I was happy to see less signs of life on some other foliage giving up the ghost this season.
But even these others were somewhere still between seasons and stuck in autumn mode.
This, despite the urging of their neighbors, all dressed for the season…
And this tree.