The fat lady sings most every night now. We've had several more freezes and there is usually frost every morning. It's taken full toll on the summer gardens. They looked very ratty after Sunday's blast.
I've been busy cleaning up the beds. I don't remember it being such a fight to pull up annuals last year. But then, it had been a very dry year and most of the plants were stunted and not very well rooted. This year the Yvonne's had root masses as big as beach balls, most of the marigold had developed extra rootage along stems, and the subrotunda - well, I had to just cut them off at ground level and will dig up those roots next spring. They weren't budging at all!
It's getting there. I've left up all the blooming mums, asters, Walker's low catmint and lavenders. And I'm not touching that magnificent honeycomb butterfly bush. It's still blooming. Even now, after all these freezes, it's been feeding monarchs, a painted lady, a red admiral, clouded sulfurs, cabbage butterflies, some skippers and lots of bees.
While most tender plants have succumbed to the freezes, the foundation bed hostas are mostly still green. But I'm going after them today - the temps are still decent and the rain will hold off until tonight. I'm also hoping to start putting leaves on the beds, too, while it's still dry.
There's one stalwart hosta that I'll not cut, though. It's a spring bloomer that's a little confused. I hope it will open before the before Friday night's mid-20s. (Mid 20s? Dang. That means it'll probably dip to teens here. Hmmm, maybe a little floating row cover for this one. Brrrrr.)