Winter with a chance of snow is scheduled to arrive Tuesday morning.
Depending, that could knock out more of the dried remnants of the Tall Flower Meadow.
The last few years I have chopped a lot of it down on Thanksgiving, before winter settles in.
The decay was particularly lovely this year. I have not wanted to cut it down just yet.
It stopped raining so much at the perfect end of season time while things cooled down. The meadows dried slowly, in color, upright and quite perky.
Slowly it just disappears.
The Under Garden of winter and all my accoutrements sweeping over the 'aina become visible once again to all the lookers driving by.
Let it snow.
Three gardens were clocked out of for the season this week. More will follow on a 'good God it's gonna be cold' adjusted schedule. My garden's new season is just beginning.
3 comments:
It is getting cold here too.
Lisa, the first real cold is always the hardest.
Isn't that the truth. It takes this old body and mind a bit to adjust. The garden goes so gracefully.
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