Today we put up the screen door. (That’s the royal we.) The screen door goes on at exactly the cusp between “too cold to leave the door open” and “full on bug assault”. Living at the edge of a swamp in coastal Maine, that change can happen over the course of a single day. Now the house is open to the breeze (and closed to the mosquitoes) until that afternoon in November comes around that looks like snow.
And with the screen door comes the odd, alien bloom of the Gunnera, at least a week before the huge leaves poke through.
While the south slope of the garden is covered in bee fodder: dandelion, forget-me-not, plum and peach blossoms.