Well, here you have what are probably the last of the camellias for this year. The wind we finally got last night which persisted into afternoon blew all the blooms off the bushes except for the hardiest ones and I cut those and brought them in. The temperature is dropping and the duck will be employed tonight to keep me warm and cozy, the Goodwill cashmere is having its last wearing of the year, I guess.
My darling husband moved the porch plants for me and we covered them up with the formerly clean sheets and blankets and tablecloths I use for that purpose. Even when I got that porch back in order a few weeks ago, I knew I was jumping the gun but I just felt compelled to do it. "Please live," I told one of my bird's nest ferns. It is so pretty and big and has a brand new crown of young and tender fronds growing in the center of it.
I finished the long part of the fence project today, clearing the jasmine back to the bone. Or root, I suppose I should say. I started pruning back the shorter fence but after I'd filled up the cart twice and you could barely see where I'd cut, I gave it up for the day and came back into the house. It's quite possible that I skipped two years of pruning it and it is thick and densely braided.
While I've worked today I've been listening to the audio version of this.
This is one of the mysteries of my life.
Lord, I'm a spoiled old woman.