I just couldn't

I just couldn't let another whole month go by without putting a single word down, but nothing has happened worth reporting.

In fact, that's not quite true. I did get the book Bulb, by Anna Pavord and I've been enjoying it immensely.

On and on

I will go on and on about the Christmas cactus. It is fantastic. I don't think I've ever had a year like this. It turns out that the thing to do with Christmas cactuses is to NOT WATER them for all of October. It's on fire with flowers.

Goose is getting fat

The Christmas cactus is doing really quite well now. There are two fully-opened flowers and luscious cerise buds on pretty much every terminus. What a good cactus.

Now I just need to figure out when would be a good time to propagate it. Surely after it's bloomed would be the right time. No worries about depleting its resources before it puts out exotic flowers.

Plot still emptier

We took away the last of the tomatoes and the (beautiful!) lettuce plants yesterday. There were a good few tomatoes rotting where they'd fallen, so hopefully next year we'll have some "volunteers".

The sweary one put in our plot number (it's 5) in the mandated corner. It's the corner least likely to be seen by anyone, but hey, who cares?

We also thinned out the onions. I'm really quite excited about them, actually. We have some bulbs already (which we plonked back into the ground) and I am hoping that next year we'll have full-grown actual onions to enjoy. Many red onions were flourishing, despite the cramped conditions. I'm not sure what the white ones will turn into, but we'll find out some time next year, I guess.

The plot is pretty much ready for the winter now. We keep meaning to learn the lesson of our plot-neighbour and put some seaweed (readily available around here) in a foot or so down, but we have yet to manage it. Some year, I guess.

Despite neglect

Despite the months and months of neglect, the side yard is still doing what it's supposed to. The lavender is blooming and the oregano/marjoram is, too. I was so pleased to notice that when I put the compost out this morning that I picked a stem and now my pockets and their contents smell pleasantly of lavender. What a delightful offshoot of taking the trash out.

Well, taking the compost out, anyway. The bin was so heavy that I could barely shift it. It goes out every 2 weeks, so this represents a good chunk of our leaf-sweeping. Hopefully the backyard is tamed now and we won't need to take much more out of there. The front we've only gone over once. My neighbour has about a dozen bags of leaves out this morning and there is a suspicious lack of leaves in the street and all around. I think he's been clearing for everyone. It's his style. We maybe should have a good go at our front and side, just to give the grass one last back-scratch before the freeze sets in, but there isn't anything that is in catastrophic need of clearing. The tree in front still has a good percentage of its leaves, anyway. The maple in back, on the other hand, is almost completely denuded.

Getting my hopes up

Just as all is dying in the outside world, the Xmas cactus is causing me to get my hopes up. It is positively dripping with buds. I don't water it very often, and I think that helps with the blooming (perverse plant that it is). But there have been years when the buds came to naught, so I really shouldn't get my hopes up.

Too late! My hopes are up!

First Snow

That's one week after the first frost, folks! We had snow this morning. Sure, it was slushy. It wasn't quite like the true snow of midwinter. However, I am not 100% certain that I won't have to shovel when I get home. We had that much snow. It's still there and it's afternoon. It's still there and it's been raining for 2 hours. Yes, that much.