It’s snowing. Detroit Metro expected 2-3 inches by midnight. I’m glad it didn’t arrive until after Thanksgiving.
It’s the sort of snow that is compact and just wet enough to stick to blades of grass and outdoor furniture. Concrete and asphalt retain enough heat to stay clear.
Today was allotted for putting away the porch furniture, which I did.
Planting the crocus bulbs in front yard went well; the backyard, no. I thought the guy on the parallel street would stay indoors instead of burning yet more leaves.
He started a burn-pile next to the road and went back inside. Smoke all over my backyard; those crocuses went into the porch-pot with the mums. Here’s hoping it will be a pretty display in the spring.
With the layer of snow and wilted leaves, all the flaws of the garden become clear: Sinkholes, mole-mounds, and invasive plants that were hidden by invited guests. I’ve sure got a lot of work for 2022!