Walking in the Rain with Clio

09/24/2023

Walking in the Rain with Clio

I was going to do a longer post today about some of the highlights and outtakes from the end of summer, including a day trip to Wave Hill and Stephen's (very successful) attempt to make grilled cauliflower steaks, but it's been raining all weekend, which makes it hard to think about much besides the rain.

After some hesitation as she confronted a light drizzle at the door, Clio went for her morning walk in the garden. After some hesitation as I confronted the prospect of following her into the rain, I went along.

It hasn't been cold enough for any of the leaves to turn, but the garden is beginning to transition to a new season. There wasn't anything specific I could point to, but somehow, I could just tell. Soon, I'll be mulching leaves and covering the fountain. I reminded myself to keep a close eye on the dawn redwood (not pictured), which last year shed many needles into our neighbor's gutter and led him to threaten me (or the tree, some of whose branches admittedly overhang his yard), with a chainsaw. I begged him to relent by promising to cut back some of the branches with a non-chainsaw (which I did) and to keep an eye on his gutter, a promise that will soon come due. In retrospect, it was probably a mistake to plant a forest of gigantic trees in a small urban garden, but we were going for a woodlands vibe.

Next year, I thought, barring any surprises or tragedies, the garden will look pretty much the same, but also slightly different. We're planning to add some ferns around the base of the statue and to plant some different colors of caladium. (The red is a bit much?) Hopefully the climbing hydrangea won't get scale (but we've said that before!) and the trunks and branches of the trees will be slightly thicker and imperceptibly more elegant (or at least that's the hope).

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