Breakfast on the patio was nippy this morning. The pond is frothing up islands of white foam—lest you think picaresque, it’s dead bacteria, dying off from the chill, as the summer bacteria give up. The koi were all resting deep this morning, not interested in food. I didn’t test the temperature: I doubt it’s 60, but it’s headed there. The koi will be out to eat once the high sun warms their bodies: they’ll swim near the surface for solar heating of their non-self-heating bodies, and then they’ll be hungry for a few hours. This is why we give them only wheat germ, which digests very rapidly. Should they be caught by night with food in their tummies, they’d be very unhappy koi.
Jane got her big bee-friendly Rudolph plant in: it’s brand name is Rudolph, but we don’t know it’s genus and species: green flowers, and the size of a wash tub, ie, a yard across. The begonias are coming in to dry and die for replanting next year. The Kalinchoe is coming in. The rest are on their own. It’s about times to start feeding the birds.
When the water temperature falls below 60, I’ll be adding winter bacteria, for the health of the pond during winter months. We’re still debating whether to pull the pump for the winter: I’m thinking yes, because that pump is not easy to replace, and the seals and gaskets are rubber.
We still haven’t gotten back to our ice skating—there’s just more to do here than any two people can manage, since we were so crazy as to pull the lawn in front. On the other hand—next year will be easier, because all we have to do is move plants and build some earthen ridges, lay some rock, and build a retaining wall: that is such a small list compared to where we started, with a scruffy lawn and weeds.
Today I’m going to take the wheelbarrow about the front and back garden paths just gathering stuff either to be stored or thrown out. The garden fairy (Toscano) comes in before her wings crack. And the Great Wall comes in. It may be resin, but we’re not taking chances.