This is not a good sign. Mrs. Phactor is on the patio and the table is covered with various bags and boxes of bulbs. In the spring bulbs are great; in the fall they make my back ache because they need to be planted. The first couple of hundred go OK, but then it gets to be work. A 3-year plan to eradicate lily of the valley under a big burr oak and plant a sward of English bluebells is in it's final year. This will be a tiny version of the planting in the Brooklyn Botanical Garden that inspired this action, fall out of Botanical Geek Tour #1. So if TPP spends too long with this blog things will begin to get ugly. Last weekend the monsterous elephant ears by the pond were dug, and now it looks funny because those huge leaves, over 6 foot tall, made such a presence, now some new perennials will be planted. A bed of tall, purple leafed cannas must be dug so a couple of hundred tulip bulbs can be planted. While the weather has been very much fallish for three weeks now, cool at night, flirting with frost but not quite getting there, so the cannas still stand tall, so that means some massive rhizomes are anchoring the whole bed. At any rate somewhere there's a shovel with my name on it. And come spring, today's work will look wonderful. And mocking me from the adjacent kitchen chair, one of the kittygirls is looking quite smuggly comfortable. Unfortunately the weather is iffy and rain threatens to change our plans. So if it rains Mrs. Phactor will probably want to go and buy more bulbs.