The leaves on the ground grow thicker with each passing day, but pockets of fall are still to be found in the forest. It must take several rip roaring winds to strip the trees totally bare.
Strangely, pockets of summer still lurk in a few places. It must have germinated this spring and was determined to bloom before the time was up. The garden sighs back into the earth. It is slowly being covered in a protective blanket, hiding itself for the oncoming winter.
A protective cover for the entrance of the cozy cabin continues to take form. It too will shield the inhabitants from the full force of winter, a safe place to land in or launch into the icy world to come.
Before the first really big freeze, the kind where the ground considers solidifying, the first batch of potatoes was dug. I think I planted these around the first of August. This is the harvest from just one small section, about six starts. There are three more patches of potatoes that can be dug before the ground really gets hard. I think they will be safe there for a few more weeks.
I went after the wild thing, spotlet #2, impatient for his cooperation. I found their hiding place in a stack of lumber under the resident gardener's house where a tunnel was created beneath some sheets of plywood.
Lifting the lid and peaking in, we see one angelic puss and one that looks a bit leery.
I may upgrade their accommodations again tomorrow with a bigger box with a roof and big front door that may offer just a bit more warmth. My previous attempt was rejected and they planted themselves on the roof. Spot did not want to go inside.
Fall is headed into history, but this year I may see a light snow mixed with the late fall foliage.