Here is what my Euonymus alatus (burning bush) was doing the other day when we were outside sprucing up the yard.
We declared last Sunday the day for the annual picking up of the pods from the giant thorny locust tree in the yard behind us. To say they are plentiful would be an understatement. Jillions and jillions of pods.
Right about the time I got the 5th bucket dumped in the yard waste bag, I though to myself "hey, I could make a garland out of these". Garland making is a sickness. Everywhere I look I see things that could be incorporated into garlands. But I can put the brakes on when I need to.
During the un-potting of the black eyed susan vine there was a small catastrophe.
The big bird of the patio got decapitated. It's happened before. This time when he goes to surgery I think he will need stabilizing rods. He's about 12 years old and beyond the simple application of wood glue. I am prepared to get out the orthopedic texts and study up.
My beloved bougainvillea is done for the season. I did clip all of those last bits of color before dumping the root ball and covering the pot though.
I made a bouquet for the table out of it all. The flowers on the table and the burning bush right outside the window are having a competition to see who can be the most amazing in the fall sunlight. I am just on the sidelines enjoying the performances. And making a list of what I should do every hour between now and Thanksgiving day at 11am when the hike begins.