Today I spent cleaning up the gardens. Raking leaves. Oh, how many times do we have to rake up the leaves and bag them? I suppose I already know the answer to that one. Until all the leaves have fallen. So many leaves, carpeting the ground nearly as fast as I can scoop them up and dispense of them. Digging them out of the pond.
I trimmed bushes. Yesterday I took out three ugly ones that I just could not tolerate any longer. I’m sure my trash men are asking themselves when I will finally be done putting large bins of limbs and such at the curb of late. Surely, they probably ask one another as they pull up to my corner, she can’t have too many left to hack at. Can she be losing it altogether, this mysterious gardening woman inside the fence?
Enjoying a mild autumn day. Taking time to gaze at the last blooms before fall nips them in the bud. As all gardeners do, I’m mentally planning for what will need to be done come February or so. When the weather starts to warm the ground and little shoots will begin to come up from the various bulbs. Visualizing my garden in the springtime. Planning, pondering, wondering what I should do to improve upon what I already have.
Contemplating the textures I so love. I can lose all worrisome thoughts in the depths of the textures in these succulents.
The loveliness of the ferns. Many grow wild around these parts. Did you spend time in the garden today?