I’ve been trying to get the garden put away for the winter. This is a long and involved process. Last year it included planting a cover crop in the garden, but I’m not sure this is going to happen this year. I believe it may just be OBE. In this case, the event is much traveling coupled with the fact I have not in fact ordered the seeds I would need in order to plant said cover crop.
However, I did get the jungle moved back inside from its summer quarters out under the pergola and on the north side of the house. That was a HUGE job this year because Marvin, the giant peace lily in the far left corner of the picture below, required repotting this year, as did one of his compatriots.
I managed to get all the apple sauce made, and Jim and I also made pesto out of the 3 pounds of basil leaves we stripped off the basil I picked the other day.
One of the things that became evident during the course of events is that the remainders of applesauce are apparently quite delightful. My compost pile has several very lovely visitors because of that being thrown on it. There are also about a million flies out there too, but I didn’t take a picture of them.
In addition to the plant tenants and the compost tenants, I have quite a few amphibians around the place. There is a very cute little toad who I never see when I have the camera. However, there are several leopard frogs around, and they are so accustomed to me and Jim that they don’t get particularly concerned when we come across them. Here is one in the pond, wondering why I have that thing that is not a fly stuck in its face.
Since we have finished picking and crushing the grapes, we decided it was high time we put the stemmer/crusher away. We were moving it into the garden shed when a very upset little tree frog emerged from the innards of the machine and said, essentially, “What the hell are you doing? I was hunting here.” He hopped off the machine, and after we put it away, we looked around for him so we would not step on him. I caught him and put him over on the compost pile where I had dumped the remains of the peace lily repotting operations.
There are at least three box turtles strolling about the place. One of them was hiding under the hostas this morning.
None of my tenants really like being photographed, except possibly the plants. Of course, they might not like it either, but it is difficult to tell how they feel.
Anyway, last but not least, I was admiring the pollinators flitting about the place, and this little tachnid fly caught my eye. It was extremely cooperative in posing for me. I had the supermacro function turned on, and the camera was about half an inch away from this insect, but rather than scurrying off, he tilted his wings “just so” and I was able to catch the iridescence on them nicely.
Well, I’d best be off to pick chard. If I’m quick I can get it blanched before my afternoon group of clients.