Waiting

 

Everything seems to be holding its breath, waiting for a drink. The rain show starts tomorrow, although the yard is baked so hard it will take several good soakings to penetrate. John cleaned the gutters yesterday. The crows eat bread and peanuts up there and leave the shells. I stopped feeding them long ago, but they still come here with their stash.

What to do with that giant stag horn fern? It would take up the entire greenhouse window. As far as plants go, it's more weird-looking than attractive. And then the jade plants on the front porch come inside at some point...

The usual fall garden chores. Not close to freezing here yet, but I see Twisp has a frost warning this morning. It was so dark early this morning, I was sure it was cloudy. But no, one more nice bright morning before the storm.