This morning when I looked out the back window I couldn't believe the colour of the hosta by the pond... so very golden. For many years I've admired it's summer foliage and slug resistance, but I can't remember seeing it so brilliant in the fall. Well positioned by the pond, even Ganesh seems to appreciate its heart-shaped leaves. What's not to love?
Henry continues to astonish, and here it is November 18.
It snowed just north-east of here yesterday. Frost blankets the earth at dawn.