November usually brings colorful trees with gold and rust, burgundy and rich browns. This year it is a little sparse, as two storms with high winds have brought down a lot of leaves before they could turn. I did get a photo of this one, in the process of changing to a lovely orangy gold.
The view in the valley prior to the storm showed some lovely changes in progress.
Pine siskins migrating south took over the bird feeder for a couple of days. There are 15 of them on the feeder in this photo, and more were hanging out in the trees.
Mama bear and her two little baby bears were here again, but ran off quickly almost before I could get a photo. Mom is almost out of sight, and one cub hurries to catch up. The other cub was off to the right, bolting into the forest.
Wilson is back, having a grand day eating all the acorns he can find.
I know you all think I have lost my mind making peanut butter sandwiches for Oliver, but I am not even in the ballpark of crazy (and I mean that in a fun way!). My friend Darlene of Quilt Shop Gal had the photo below on her blog in a post on finding joy In These Crazy Times just a little bit ago. Atlanta Journal Constitution food writer and restaurant reviewer Angela English is making gourmet meals and table settings for her resident chipmunk. This was so funny, and I had to do more research on her. She has documented dozens of meals for the lucky little guy named Thelonious Munk , see them on her Instagram – so stinkin’ cute! He gets different tablecloths and meals, elaborate settings and decorations. Read the story in her own words in Bon Appetit online – A Restaurant for a Chipmunk. If you want to read more, just do a search for her name, and there are several more articles in different publications to enjoy, with more photos.
Meanwhile, back at our place, this gorgeous buck came by early one morning. Magnificent, isn’t he?
Back to the garden, a friend sent me some happy mail recently, that included a bag of bulbs.
My Sweet Babboo brought out the shovels to the spot I picked to help with planting on a warm day before a cold front arrived. I picked this little area next to the east retaining wall, as it gets sun in the spring before the trees leaf out again. The drop off below the wall is several feet, and it goes down from there to a small creek at the bottom of the cove.
He dug up a nice little bed for me.
I placed the bulbs a few inches apart, sprinkling the ground with bone meal under and around the bulbs. I tried to disperse the large bulbs in between smaller ones.
Then we fashioned a lattice cover to keep squirrels out, weighed down with rocks.
Inside, my Thanksgiving cactus started its annual show.
Before you tell me that you have a Christmas cactus blooming now, know that there are actually three different kinds of cactus like this, and they are often mislabeled in the store. You can tell the Thanksgiving one as it blooms in November, and has spiky, serrated leaves. The Christmas cactus blooms later in winter, and has rounded leaves without the points. And there is also an Easter cactus. All of them can bloom more than once a year. See this post from the Farmer’s Almanac to see which you have – Thanksgiving Cactus or Christmas Cactus: Which is Which?
One more view across the valley, these leaves are almost completely off the trees now.
One more photo of the buck, with the changing leaves. Perhaps this one could be a fair entry next year.
Dawn brings soft light over the mountains to the east one morning.
As the sun broke over the top of the mountain, this bachelor flock of male wild turkeys strolled up for a visit. They’ve been here before, as they were delighted to have some bits of whole wheat bread.
Later in the week, fog settled into the valley below after a rainy night.
The fog lifted during the morning but the day was grey and cloudy. The sun broke through in the early evening, showing a bit of the fall color still left.
What is happening in your garden now?