The garden is in its last beautiful throes. We still haven't had a killing frost, but the plants are weary, and the maple leaves are slowly shrouding them. Here you can see kale and fennel and collards, a few remaining marigolds and cosmos and zinnias and nasturtiums, with the massive street trees in the background. It all looks very soft-focus because it is.
The Garment District, and possibly my last day of laundry on the outside lines. The clothes don't dry well this time of year: too much shade, too much damp, even on a sunny day. But I've always loved the sight of clean clothes in a light wind.
Long ago in the spring, I planted this morning glory vine over the front handrail, and it did not bloom until this week.
If you need any kale or collards, come and get them. Mine are more or less decorative at this point, as I have so much in the freezer already. They'll be rampageous till snow falls.
Soon I will have to fold up the little chairs and table, but for now they still decorate the Lane, alongside the boxes of late lettuce and cilantro.
On the other side of the house, in the Lurk, a new pathway appears among young arugula. I tossed the seeds just as a way to hold the new soil till it freezes, but the plants also make a pretty ground cover.
Baby Koji the Japanese maple survived the drought and is now preparing for dormancy, under the watchful branches of his very large aunts.