apologies to Kurt Weil

Oh it is garden time

From May to December.

But the leaves fall down

When it is September.

And the golden leaves

Are blown all around.

It is time to rake

and a leaf pile make.

If you couldn't guess from the last two photos and the pastiche of September Song, I raked leaves most of today. Part of them are mulched and placed around winter sensitive plants and the rest are still piled, like the song says.

I left them on the lawn so the neighbor kids could jump in them and not get hurt. The ones I mulched were on the driveway and that concrete skins knees when roughly contacted.

Leaf raking is a restful way to spend a pretty day. The weather was wonderful and the autumn flowers were happily blooming in our garden. The first four pictures are variations of the Indian blanket flower. That is usually a summer bloomer. Our fall weather has been so mild that they have continued apace.

The three photos before the leaves are a whirling butterfly guara, pineapple sage and a cosmo.

The birds were singing too. Even the crows seemed to be trying to caw musically. Lovely day, somewhat dusty, but really terrific.