October Magic

October is flying by. It seems it just got here and already we are running out of month. I have garden chores that need doing: cutting backing, thinning out, relocating. Out in my neck of the woods we’ve had a couple of light frosts but not a killing frost. Yet. My dahlias and begonias are still waiting to either be dug up and stored for the winter—that is my stated objective--or waiting to be mourned in the spring, when I realize that the slimy mass I just poked my trowel in was once a Good Thing. That, sadly, is my modus operandi.

According to my Magic 8 Ball—iPhone calls it a weather app, but honestly, as often as they are wrong I might as well let a Magic 8 Ball do the forecasting. Shane used to say that the only job in which you could be wrong 80% of the time and still expect to stay employed was having a job as a weatherman. Or weatherperson.

Where was I? Oh, right, the weather.

We just survived an intense, rainy interlude but the Magic 8 Ball says “signs point to yes” and the next few days should be sunny. Ish. Sunny-ish. Lots of time to go out and get things done.

I don’t want to brag, but I’ve already rolled up and stored most of my hoses. Actually, I DO want to brag because that’s all I’ve done. With any luck I can avoid all the other chores - argue that I can do them later. Or early next spring. Or, you know, never.

October is also a wonderful time to go for a walk, to head to the beach with friends, to suddenly decide that the garage needs cleaning. Which of these will I do? “Ask again later.”