Friday, October 22, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
It was a fabulous day to be outside, crackling deep blue sky, canada geese honking in their V's overhead. I was chopping down the last peony foliage, whacking at the blackend coneflower stems, and hearing long-dead Jim Door whisper to me, "This is the end." I actually like this process, as it gives me---closure! When things in the flowerbed look so bedraggled and sorry, I love just clomping in there and hacking away what's dead and hauling it off to the compost. It's so chilly I don't care much about the ticks, either....I climb atop the 5-foot pile and flap the tarpful of detritus, kick it even with my foot, and hop down. Done. Now just have to do bulbs, spread on manure/compost, and hope the mulching is adequate for winter. These heavenlies had to come off my tuteur early, so I popped them into an old inkwell, and a surprising number of them opened for me in the house.