They are falling fast, but the autumn leaves are a rare treasure. The Burning Bushes are doing more that just holding up the hillside out back. Behind them is a maple; to the left is a Hicksii Yew.
One of my favorite sights now is the leaves on the green grass. They were a brighter red a few days ago, but are still gorgeous.
This is a pin oak at the end of the garden, in bronze now.
The sycamore dropped all its huge leaves within a few days. I mowed and bagged them then carried them up to the garden. I put the beds to bed first with chicken bedding and then the cozy cover of leaves and grass.
The green seedlings are two kinds of spinach, winter radishes and beets. All that rain not only washed the soil but made it almost impossible to thin them. I never can resist the idea of a fall garden. Some of the spinach may overwinter if I can ever thin it.
Down on the river bottoms, I discovered several big trees down since I was last there. I got the chain saw sharpened and will soon overcome my inertia and start cutting wood. It sounds awful, but once I get started, it's not so bad. The river came up and deposited some dead wood on my path, so that will be the start, right after I replace the dead battery in Rosie.
Perhaps I should fortify myself with another day of sock knitting first.
The end of Daylight Savings time is also the end of gardening for the year. Now, what am I going to do?
