We've had an unusually warm and long fall season (not complaining) without any threat of Jack Frost making his first appearance. Up until now.
The forecast for the next several nights shows temperatures hovering just at or barely above freezing so the end of our Indian Summer may be close at hand.
I finally got my garlic planted yesterday. Each lovely, little clove is now snuggled down under 2-3" of soil, covered with a thick blanket of straw mulch which is held in place with a cattle panel to prevent our fall/early winter winds from dislodging it. Sleep tight, garlic. See you in the spring.
My raised bed of mint finally filled in to a really nice degree this summer. The two bare-ish spots you see at the far end of this picture are probably where I made the last cutting a little too close to the ground. (Bad, Mama Pea.) Also, some of the greenery you may be able to see is dandelion greens or other hardy little weeds, but if you've ever tried to weed a mint bed you know how much of a tangled torture that can be. I'll be more diligent come spring.
Both Papa Pea and I spent our early morning hours today suffling around with hands clutching warm coffee cups and an extra layer or two on our bodies before we decided it would be much more sensible if we made a fire in the wood stove here in the kitchen. It's that shoulder time of year when one forgets how and when to fire the stoves to maintain a comfort level. We wouldn't yet want a fire all day, but one first thing in the morning sure does help get these two bodies up and moving quicker. And with more cheerfulness.