I’m not complaining. It’s been a long fall with great color. Everything in the garden is cut back and tucked away, except the things that continue to bloom. This readying the yard for winter is a month-long ritual here–getting all the furniture and ornaments stored, cutting back scores of plants, planting bulbs, draining hoses. It prepares you psychologically for cocooning over the next 5 months.
Again this year, I’ve been seed-saving–wildflowers, zinnias, snapdragons, daisies, columbine, sweet William, purple coneflowers, forget-me-nots, marigolds, etc. I had great luck with the seeds I saved last year, so high hopes. Here’s my workbench filled with seed containers,
And more zinnia heads drying in the wheelbarrow.
The final gasp of brilliance in our yard each year–after the trees have shed–are our burning bushes. The one that gets the most sun has exploded this week.
Yesterday it was over 70 degrees here, but today it’s iconic Midwest late October–50 degrees, steel grey, and light rain. This is how I remember Halloween when I was growing up–my costumes always ended up wet. But the bag of treats was worth it.