It’s time to put the garden to bed for the winter. Jack Frost has been rumored to be lurking in the neighborhood.

Leaves have made a yellow bed under my little sugar maple just outside my bedroom window. (Seems like just last week I was posting this same thing.)

There are a few lingering bits and pieces of late-summer flowers, but nothing camera worthy.

There’s always next year, and if there isn’t, well it doesn’t matter anyway!

Good night Garden. Sleep sweet!