It’s almost October, but still uncomfortably warm (77) and humid.
I did a lot of cleanup today. Filled a wheelbarrow with detritus from the garden in front of the fence. Pulled out a lesser volume of weeds and deadheads from the back.
Transplanted a big, leggy catmint that I’d pulled out of Edgewater, moving a lavender and a small grass in its place to make the grass garden less crowded.
I’m disgusted with how awful everything looks right now: bedraggled and moth-eaten. The only saving grace is the Montauks, which are just starting to bloom, and a couple of mums.
It’s enough to make you want to cry.