And, the choke berry has berries, still.
We seem to be getting all the rain that we missed last summer, so the ground is quite saturated. I hope that doesn't leave all my bulbs rotten and dead. The next month or so should tell.
My garden journal. I'll recount progress and happenings in the conversion of my one-acre yard from a sparse landscape to an active backyard habitat for wildlife (and me).

Look what he did to my poor baby weeping willow! As if the poor tree hadn't been through enough this year, between being turned into an archway by the ice storm and thirsting through the drought. At least the damage doesn't go all the way around the trunk. Then, look at my poor dwarf Alberta spruce! I have never seen a deer rut on an evergreen, so I didn't think to protect it. The neighbor says she has lived here 40 years and the deer have never come up so close to the houses. They decimated her lilac bushes, too. And her weeping cherry. Not to mention the damage they did to our flowers and veggies all summer long.
The heat seems to have broken finally, too. I would like to try out the new fire pit this weekend, so I'm okay with that, too. And I got to wear my Halloween turtleneck for the first time this October today.
I toured the neighborhood for Halloween yard decorations tonight. A few really cool displays (some even eclipsing mine), but not as many yards decorated this year as last it seems. Perhaps a contest is needed... I'll try to get some pictures tomorrow.


These cosmos are looking healthier--bushier and greener--than they've looked all summer. The shorter days seem to be agreeing with them. We've had so few cloudy, let alone rainy, days this summer that many of my plants have been very stressed. 
Oh, and the answer is, once we've had a hard frost, I get to go remove the stalks and cover with compost. With any luck, I'll get to harvest a little next spring!
I won't post any pictures of the plants that didn't fare as well--it's just too sad, but, I think the apple trees at the rear property line are done for, my painted fern is barely there, the cleomes have fizzled, the astillbes are hanging by a thread, and the bleeding hearts that were so beautiful this spring went totally beige and disappeared over the last several weeks. Sigh.

I guess five tomatoes isn't too bad a price!
It is good to be alone in the garden at dawn or dark so that all its shy presences may haunt you and possess you in a reverie of suspended thought.from James Douglas in Down Shoe Lane
We always called these spider plants, and as the flower matures, it will become obvious why. You'll see. If you don't believe and can't wait, check out some pix from Redbud Farms.
Filling in the old mud hole alongside the driveway is slowly but surely coming together! I know it is kind of an eclectic mishmash, but I am learning a lot about what works where. Some things may get moved--like the liriope already did.
Oh, and I'm not going to be taken in again by claims that a fall mum will come back. You'd think right up against the house where the ground is the warmest that would work. Ha.
Anyway, I kind of like the blend of groundcovers that are succeeding, and the bursts of color from the day lilies, dianthus, butterfly garden, and annual pots. Below are the bee balm in the butterfly garden and a pot full of celosia, gazanias, lupine, and alyssum.