“A garden is never so good as it will be next year.”~ Thomas Cooper
It seems there is always another project to prepare the Homeward Bound Memorial Garden for the next season. Last week it was the iris bed;
today, some 400 daffodil bulbs sat waiting to be planted for the spring.
So nothing delighted me more than to see a small army of our gardeners show up today. With Diane,
Ina and camera-shy Maria on hand, the garden was weeded, dead-headed and the bulbs got planted on a beautiful fall weekend day.
We continue to be in the company of frogs…
And these nasty things which have been munching on our Pluot tree.
Ina wanted to save the invaders, but I made caterpillar mush of them instead, and left a bit of evidence behind as a warning to their friends.
Of course, we’re always in the company of dogs, which makes our work a true labor of love.
Summer is another of the dogs from Taiwan. She arrived with a myriad of issues, including cancer.
We have hopefully dispensed with all, but there’s no way to be certain. Anna does not care. It was love at first sight.
An introduction to her Jenni was made.
With approval won, the deal was sealed and Summer went home today.
So did Rollie. There was no hesitation at all when that car hatch opened. Inside he found a fresh new bed and a brand new toy. Jackpot! Happy life Rollie.
Our youth volunteers were out in force as well. It is so encouraging to see a new generation involved in rescue. Henzi is a natural, doting on Ella and Maggie in the garden.
Our nights are getting cooler. The watering has been cut back. And our last Dahlia of the season put on a spectacular display.
The foliage is now as impressive as the flowers that remain.
Fall is on glorious display.