This is the time of year that really messes with my head.
On Friday it was cold
Frost and freeze warnings
Running through our part of the state.
But…it’s only mid October.
We should have at least 2 more weeks before a freeze
Maybe as long as a month.
So do I believe the forecast.
Drag all those ferns inside
Depriving them of a few more weeks
Of open air and sunshine.
Because once they are in
They are in.
Too heavy to lug back and forth.
Or do I just cover them for the night.
I opted for the later
And got lucky.
But basil is a different story
It begins to pout at anything below 50 degrees.
So I cut it all
And put it in the sink
Awaiting the energy to make it into pesto.
The red pesto is done.
But the green is more labor intensive.
So here we are on Sunday night.
Still with a sink full of basil.
But it’s the front yard
That truly suffers from
You’ll notice I haven’t written much about Hydrangea this summer
That’s because after not 1 or 2
But 4 freezes stretching to the very last day of April
My Hydrangea have bloomed very little this year.
So as the mums, which line the front of the hydrangea bed,
Are budding and blooming.
So are the Hydrangea.
Thankfully for the most part they are in the same color family
So it seems to work.
Then there’s the true front yard mystery.
Growing along the grassy edge
Of the new bed John created
On the front landing.
I’ve never planted it here.
The closest would be the pot on the landing
But how did it jump so far?
And that my friends is what I love about gardening.
No need for answers
Just revel in the mystery.