Fall is the time of year that I breathe a sigh of relief!
The garden begins to slow down—mighty survivors reveal themselves, and frail occupants or garden thugs find their way to the burn barrel or compost pile.
Fall is also the time of year for documentation and reflection. The list can grow quickly—a to-do list for for next March, when transplanting chores abound; what pleased my eye this season;
and what plants will join the experiment next year.
For today, I will stroll and enjoy the too long grass in the lawn, the peonies that need a fall haircut, the garden wall that needs painting, the cypresses that need shearing, and dismiss the chores ahead.
After all it is another rainy Sunday.