The boy child and I spent the day pulling up the remains of our vegetable garden that never quite caught on, and then putting a thick layer of newspaper over the so-called soil. Then we covered it with some more cedar mulch. The whole garden smells like Muskoka now.
Before we did all that, I transferred my lavender plants from their summer containers to the garden. They produced well over the summer, so I have quite a lot of dried lavender for sachets and the like this year.
When I transfer lavender to the garden, it is in the hope that the plants will have time to get used to the new space before the frost arrives. I always seem to lose at least one plant per year. Our nights have been dipping down into the low double digits. Soon, the leaves will be turning.
I really love the fall, the colours are so amazing -- like a quilt that is pieced together perfectly.
It is pretty sad to see the garden die back, but then again, I really look forward to that first snowfall.
Here in the Great White North winter is old about two weeks after Christmas -- sadly, it doesn't actually end until long past Easter.
No matter. As long as you have a full work bin full of projects to finish, or even start, the whole thing seems to speed by in the blink of an eye.
School starts again next week! I can't believe how quickly the time goes. I am looking forward to some piece of quiet (a phrase made famous in our family by a young cousin), so I can get involved in some sewing.
Never mind all this woolgathering about the seasons, there's still a billion things to do until supper lands on the table.
I've got to take/and post some photos. Next week (fingers crossed).
Until then, may all your weeds be wildflowers!