Still Going
I spent the morning in the garden, planting the last of my bulbs. With temperatures in the sixties still it's hard to believe it's coming on the last week of November. I'll take it, though.
The gardens are still clinging to life, too. A casual survey of the Fenway found lots of roses in bloom. And bird-beckoning-berries and seeds ready to sail, and even flowers with last-minute pollen aplenty for bees working overtime.
The berries in that last shot are just obscenely plump, don't you think?
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