A person other than our Netty can have a long day. Well, ok then maybe not nearly as busy as hers, but still…busy for us. Off we went to the lottie, with a plan—there was this, that and the other to do. Upon arriving we fed the birdies, then made a round to check on everything. We went over our plans and began. First, some more Clematis was stripped off their arches and spread over the already thick mulch layers on the veggie beds. Next it was time to finish of cleaning another flower bed. This took a lot of time as there were weed roots that had to be sorted. Then there was the veggie quadrant appointed to be next years’ spud bed. We rolled-back the mulch, schoffeled the hand full of weeds then spread the well-rotted stall manure. We simply rolled the mulch layer back over the bed, on top of the manure. Bob’s yer uncle. The next was to check out the canal. The Railroad had finally mowed the reeds off their side and the canal was full of suspicious bits floating about. Also, they did not remove the reeds growing out of the mud, so we had to do that. Lookat this water monster: Well then mates, a quick cuppa was in order by then. It was time to leave the garden as the darkness falls earlier these days of fading fall. We did stop by the garden centre across the road from our complex. We were going for dwarf Azelia's; however, they were out and so we went for these small Poinsettias. Once home, we had another cuppa tea…along with a coupla appelbeignets picked-up outside the garden centre. Once rejuvenated, we quickly potted-up the spun honey I made. By then though, it was well dark and 19.00 hours. so, who’s hungry then? The sous chef got whacking and the Bride began the alchemy, and we were away— It was approaching eight o’clock but the world-famous chilli was We went into the jammies early and settled down for some simple entertainment.