Despite a couple of cold days, this November has been especially warm. Until a few days ago, flowers still bloomed, including this rose—a slip of which I brought from Mama's yard in 1999.
Along the same wall as the rose, the Rose of Sharon bushes have lost their leaves, but marigolds kept blooming.
A closer view:
A profusion of mums by the gazebo held on:
But the vegetable gardens are gone. Recently I ate the last of the peppers from the little vegetable garden. Everything else, except for a few gone-to-seed onions, is history.
Two weeks ago, the lower garden looked like this—a tangle of tomato vines and peppers and weeds.
My husband bush-hogged over it . . .
. . . and it soon looked like this:
Then he tilled it . . .
. . . until it looked like this:
So has does my garden grow? It doesn't. Check back in the spring.
Labels: fall, garden