I little piece of my heart broke yesterday. *sigh*
The growing season is officially over.
While I enjoy winter quite a bit, it still hurts when the temps drop below freezing for the first time each Fall, and my tender annuals turn (as Manny likes to say) to garden snot.
The last of the cherry tomatoes are toast!
As are the peppers.
The roses are hanging in there a tad, but I expect they’ll go totally dormant and lose their leaves within the week.
The birds have almost totally denuded the beautyberry bush, so it’s about time it lost all it’s leaves as well.
Then there’s this fellow.
Despite coming from a warmer climate (at the now-sold shore house), and only wearing a loin cloth, I think he’s starting to settle in. I just have to buy some sand so I can set him in his proper position in this garden bed and start saving for solar lights to make the area glow on our cold winter nights.