So much for the "green autumn" theory, that fall isn't the end of the gardening season. The weekend's snow and ice - and cold! - did in a lot of greenery. I did find this tough little clematis, warmed against the stone of my southeast-facing garage, but it probably won't last long.
On Friday, I picked the last fig and filled two large bowls with green tomatoes. Didn't finish pulling the tomato plants out, but they're done. Even the cold-hardy camelias looked wrinkled up. And what about all those leaves?
Fall seems prematurely truncated, despite the rowers you saw on the Schuylkill this morning. Hoping for warmer temps as the week rolls on, for more reasons than the garden. My house is without heat!
Now that's a trick-or-treat surprise.