My big vegetable garden is in a frost pocket. All the annuals have died with the exception of the old-fashioned climbing petunias.
I have been enjoying the herd of black sheep roaming the field at the Norton Farm on the Edgartown Road.
I take my small hound dog everywhere in my truck. She is a huge wimp.
There have been a series of beautiful days. Chilly mornings, but moving into lovely afternoons.
My vegetable garden is beat up. What wasn’t hit by frost last week was trashed by Sunday’s wind.
I finally purchased some garlic bulbs. I tried a few seed catalogues but found a lot of them were sold out.
swans on Sengekontacket Pond, Martha's Vineyard
I’m loving the change in the weather. I spent all of last rainy Sunday organizing my greenhouse. It is full of geraniums, mandevillas and begonias...
I’m one of those more-is-better people. I cannot seem to have enough geraniums to rescue before winter sets in.
Timing is everything. I have a well at my big garden but no electricity.