In my quest to find colossal ways to waste my valuable time…every fall I dig up all my dhalias to store for the winter. After frost has blackened the foliage,( which by the way has only happened to a few so far, Jack ole buddy where are you?) I dig up the tubers and roots shake off any loose soil and lay them on my deck to dry in the sun for a few days. Then I give them a better cleaning once the dirt has dried and falls off more easily, and pack them in either peat moss or vermiculite .After that I try in a ridiculous fashion to find a suitable place in this airtight overly insulated house with finished cellar. My parents had a dirt cellar in their first house , and an actual honest to goodness root cellar in their second.Those would have been perfect . We have a carpeted heated man-cave and work out room which never dips below 60. The garage, although insulated ,still gets way too cold. In a spectacular failure last year I listened to a garden speaker who said she just leaves hers in containers which she places in her unheated garage for the winter and Viola! in spring they get put back outside to start to grow again. Well, guess what? mine were rotted disgusting wet mush in the spring, thank you very much! So they went where ALL my dhalias go, the great compost pile in the sky. As you can see from photo, year after year of nothing but dried or rotted tubers has done nothing to dampen my enthusiasm for trying to store and re-plant my dhalias. What is that definition of insanity?….do the same thing over and over again expecting to somehow get a different result?……well ok…… point taken.
Moving on to fall, or the lack thereof….many of my plants and I , as well as a few grasshoppers so the story goes, are harboring the delusion that winter may never come. Although the trees seem to get it and their foliage is stunning, my daylilys have fresh strappy green leaves , the hosta although a little fried from a September night, are all still solid not translucent and melting away into the soil. How the heck I am supposed to clean up the garden like this??? Cutting down all this lively foliage is work work work and I am not a fan. I know I could leave it until later, but then it’s soooo cold( piss moan piss moan). I refuse to leave it until spring because it gives the rabbits great cover as they decimmate the evergreen stuff, ain’t happenin’. While I think on the dilema, please feel free to enjoy some stellar (humor me) photographs taken at the peak of fall color here in the Burrow.
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Well after 3 frosts, all light,( even though the temps have been in the 20′s a few nights), I guess I can call it a day (or a season anyway) in the garden. Even thought there is still so much to look at out there, my chore list consists of waiting for a hard frost to take everything down so I can do a fall clean-up. I had planned one more big day of planting after I visited a friend who is kindly giving me some great plants, but on the morning I was set to head over to her house Tigger took it upon himself to attack the puppy. He gave her a good gash on her ear and punctured her nose, so instead of gardening fun, I spent the morning at an emergency vet visit, and the afternoon finding a vet-behavior therapist for Tigger. He sadly has gotten so fearful it is time for doggie drugs as a last ditch effort to keep him here. Ahhh,on to happier topics………
Outside the leaves are turning. a few trees have prematurely dropped leaves due to the drought, but most look spectacular. Here, because our neighborhood is young , borrowed scenery is the way to go. Around our development, which looks like a UFO landing carved out of the forest ,we are surrounded by lovely trees in the distance circling the acreage where the houses are sited. Translate: lovely view, no raking. But my favorite bit of borrowed scenery is the line of eunymous (burning bushes) that hedge the property line to the south of my house. For those of you who don’t know, burning bushes are outlawed here in MA because they are on the invasive plant list. Hurumph! I have a great many thoughts on the “native plant” movement and the invasive plant list , but it would take pages and pages to rant about it, and it makes me angry so I shall save it for a yucky day in the winter when I am bored and in a bad mood. Back to the burning bushes…..they get their nickname from the fact that they are so vibrantly red in the fall, they look aflame and they frame out my yard beautifully , AND they are not mine, so I don’t have to listen to anyone reprimanding me to take them out. (if you think that would never happen ,you are wrong…it does…and it has…..some people love to get on any high horse they can rein in and shout their opinions from the tree-tops). I never discourage them, as it amuses me, and increases that smug little feeling inside I so enjoy.
The weather here has also been pretty darn nice the last few days, gorgeous autumn sunshine, moderate temps, and rain last week make it a joy to be out in the garden. Add in the fact that the weeds have slowed down (or died) and it is garden nirvana. Hope it is just as nice in your neck of the woods, and that you can fit in some time to be a leaf-peeper or get to a few fall festivals. Pretty soon I will be blogging snow fall amounts!
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