We are midst October, and I am preparing the garden for its winter period. The lawn is mowed for the last time, and some final cutting is done on bushes. The leaves are falling, and their colors are turning to a splendid yellow brown color.
Some flowers still blossom however. Some even start showing all their charms only now.
All over the lawn mushrooms pop up, some of which have taken proportions over the last days that I would not be astonished that one of the coming night some dwarves move in and start a building site.