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Halloween could not be better timed in terms of horticultural nightmares for the Western New York gardener. It’s a wet, gray time; leaves are falling, perennial foliage is shriveling, and outdoor tasks are undertaken in an atmosphere of chilly reluctance. Welcome to my world of fright and despair.

Ugh

This is what they call fall interest.

Beware

I neglected to send the check to the Farmer Pirates, so this bucket’s been sitting with the same stuff in it for months now.

Bulbapalooza

Really? What was the thinking here?

Jungleland

Oh no. It won’t be a hassle keeping these alive through the winter.

Terror from above

They wait. Just in time to ruin Thanksgiving weekend, these trees will empty themselves, covering everything in a sodden mass.

What happened? It seems like only days ago, I had a relatively attractive exterior space, with a reasonable amount of color and scent. It was nice!

Boo, I say. Boo.

Posted by

Elizabeth Licata
on October 31, 2016 at 10:21 am, in the category Shut Up and Dig.