Like a cheap novel, the days turned dark quite quickly. The plot moves on toward unmistakably dreary November weather. Not my favorite time of year, even though each season has its beauty if you are willing to make yourself aware of it. The suddenly cool and damp weather is the more acutely felt since we had the “heat wave” of this past month, and no one is yet acclimated to the cooler temperatures. It is warm cider and hot chocolate weather, curl up with a sweater and book weather, with that unique must and acrid smell of wet fallen leaves when out walking.
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I have some tulip bulbs that I must yet plant, at the first break from falling rains I have to muster up the motivation to dig them into their cozy winter beds. The leaves are just now dropping from the trees in large amounts, so the the fall raking is still ahead, and the final round up of yard furniture and tools, final major mowing… all need to be done. Actually I am glad it is time to put away the garden for this year, I’m looking forward to Thanksgiving holiday meal making, and while having made progress, this years garden is still needy and not giving me the satisfaction of a well-made garden, yet. Next year, perhaps.
I may do more major changes next year, if my body acquiesces my many ambitious plans.
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