This morning brought the first snowfall of winter. Only the top few inches of soil have begun to freeze, so despite flurries all day, few flakes actually stuck to the ground. It was more the concept of a snowstorm than the reality of a snowstorm. Holly berries, at least, seized the inspiration.
Yesterday may have been the last good day of gardening weather this year. And good gardening weather, it was, indeed: mild temperatures, overcast skies, and windless. Lots of tidying up occurred: cutting back still slightly scented catmint, gathering up dead hosta foliage, trimming down bearded and Siberian iris leaves, clip, clip, clip, rake, rake, rake . . .
Only this morning did I remember that I had not yet not planted larkspur seed. So here they are, waiting until it was snowing to be properly winter sown.
The other tasks that I'm only now remembering? They'll be added to the garden goal roll for next spring.