It rained all night.
Before the rain came I cleared the last of the leaves from the garden and areas close to the house.
This African Blue Basil turned out to be such a great friend. It's a perennial first off, the bees love it, and the deer don't. I'll trim the flowers today and bring them inside. The plant is as tall as me now. And I love pesto.
Yesterday afternoon was warm enough to be outside until dark. The warm autumn has allowed me to remove a lot of the vegetable beds and clear the hill where I've decided to return the land to the deer. We've enough wild greens for eating and a new local organic market provides more than enough produce at reasonable prices. As I raked and hauled leaves, my neighbor, the one who hates dandelions, stopped over to remind me not to leave leaf piles around because small animals are attracted and use them as safe havens and nests in winter. I smiled as he walked away, wished him good day. Spent the the final hours of daylight mounding leaves along the ridge that meets the woods. Imagining small warm animals. It will surely snow and after winter, the mountains of leaves will hardly be noticeable, on their way to being soil.