Well, it is still blooming. My asters and mums are carrying the color right now, as well as the wild mini daisies. And, more color is being provided by the trees. They were a bit late changing color this year, but are well on their way. Our subdivision is one of the prettiest for color anywhere around.
My honey locusts are a brilliant yellow/gold and the amur maples are into their color blast.
I'm going out shortly to rake pine straw back into the pine islands. Always love the free mulch, but not so keen on all that raking.
Planning on cutting the grass today as well. Perhaps for the last time?
I have moved all of the plants I'll be overwintering into the house because of an expected freeze tonight. Well, it is that time of the year. Temps in the 50s yesterday, today and tomorrow and Sunday. But, it is supposed to get into the 70s next week. Indian Summer, you know.
Color from April to October. --RoadDog
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Listen to this man. Seven years of college, you know. Trying to reason with 2020 and, now, 2022.
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