Where did time go?

I spent most of Saturday cleaning up the last of leaves. Even though winter is officially three weeks away, it seems like fall decided to hang in there forever. It took until the last few days for the last of my dogwood and oak leaves to depart from their branches. I managed to collect the last of the leaves and deposit them into my compost bin while my husband started to put holiday decorations up on the house.

My husband and I hauled 7 trailer loads of compost home from the local municipality site this past May and June, and I finally used the last of it yesterday to put down on two of my perennial beds. As evening closed in, the temperatures started to plummet. My husband called it a day as I cleaned up the tarps and swept the walks before heading in. As I turned to put my the broom in the garage, I heard a familiar sound off in horizon. I waited and the sound grew louder. There up high in the clouds was a flock of geese looking for a place to bed down for the night. It was a wonderful way to say farewell to another growing season.

Tonight the wind is gusting and snow is falling. It seems like it was fall one day and winter the next. I just finished cleaning up my work area. There were canna and cala bulbs to store, the thawed hoses to wind up, tools to clean and pots to store. My husband was thrilled to see my area look organized again and ready for spring. I did not have the heart to tell him that I found two pots of hyacinth bulbs that need to be planted. I hope I can get them in before Christmas.