Although it is almost November, it feels more like September outside, perhaps early October at times. Obviously I’m not the only one who things so. The dahlias are still going strong as evidenced by this photograph:
Even the iris think that they might try for a third blooming period this year:
I’m hoping they make it. No frost yet even though it is late. The night-time temperatures have been flirting with that frost line, 33, 34, but not below. I hoping the warmth continues even if only long enough for the iris to bloom.
Meanwhile I’m reading The Tipping Point on the exercise bicycle and I have reached my own personal tipping point in that I can no longer handle the pile of UFOs and backlogged projects. I have been frantically finishing up knitted items, decluttering, and catching up on many fronts. My head might emerge above the piles yet.