Some of it can wait until November.
The snow on the mountain, as usual, took care of itself.
The ferns were the first to go, thanks to the first 20 hot and dry days of September.
The former owner of this house removed the lower limbs of this tulip tree, ruining its perfect form in the process.
Still holding on. "Don't cut us down," they shrieked.
The now forlorn-looking pathway to Bastille Day festivities. (Still a lot of work yet to be done here.)
22 years ago, these two evergreens barely reached above the rooftop of our house.
A patio table reflects on another great summer.
Birdbath sentinels. ("Wristband?")
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