I'm not sure how many daffodil bulbs fit in a bushel basket, anybody care to guess? I suppose we could have a guessing contest, but then I'd have to count them and well, that's too much work. Suffice it to say there are a LOT of bulbs still needing holes to be dug. Too bad I couldn't put the chickens on the job, they love to dig holes. (And fling mulch out of the beds, and bury plants that don't need burying. Ok, they do lay eggs and eat bugs.)
I went to town tonight with Carl to buy gasoline and saw many piles of leaves waiting out on the curb for pick up. It wouldn't do me any good to rake leaves yet (not that I do very often, ok, rarely, ok, Never....) because Willie the Willow hasn't even thought about dropping a leaf and won't until the snow flies. Most of the time we end up running his leaves through the snow blower. Willows are messy trees, but they are the first to green up in the spring and the very last to shed their leaves in the fall.
|Willie and his Leaves|
|Birch in the Woodland Walk|
|Time to put the statuary away or knit her a coat.|
|Right up until last week the melampodium 'Melanie' plants flowered nonstop.|
|And so did the wax begonias...hard to believe they can take so much cold weather.|
|My only gripe about fall is it doesn't last long enough. The leaf colors are stunning, but so short-lived.|
|A job I dread: cutting back the waterlilies before the ice freezes.|
|It's all just rocks now. But that's ok. Rocks are good.|
Do you remember the planter Carl made me for Valentine's Day?
|Carl and the planter, February 14, 2013|
|October 20, 2013|
Poor ol' Castle Aaargh. One more year without a roof. Or walls. Or windows.
We have two major garden walks coming next year, that is, IF I'm up to it, and Aaargh was supposed to be done by then. Oh, well. Best laid plans of mice and men. The work will be there in the spring.
|There's always next year.|