They, too, on and on, my favorite, Mme. Alfred Carriere, now rather difficult to find in the catalogues, even those didactic ones who instruct one on pronunciation. I've a fine one walled beside the winter house outdoor shower, even though rosarians tell one they loathe wet feet. A season so perfect it ought to return and does, a bit, each spring, similar colors, languors, longeurs. All in amber, ripeness surrounding it as if honeycombed.
Leeks swell and late lettuces are crisp and sweet.
Ruby chards go on and on. A bridge of boughs with mulching atop to keep them airy and dry, rather igloo in effect. So too one might monitor wintering Lobelia cardinalis, who quite melt away if mulched directly on their rosetted crowns. Generally, their physiques cope quite well without a mulch. It is a pleasure to see their neat, shiny wheels gleaming the winter through.