Start Of The Indoor Winter Jungle

I've dragged every pot and container possible in, and actually found places to put them...for now.
Cuttings of a few choice coleus - OK, every single one :) - have been plopped in jars of water everywhere.
Pots of impatiens - and yes, of course, cuttings! - are situated on every available horizontal surface.
Fuchsia and Polka Dot plant cutting are jutting proudly from pots for some winter messing about.
Seeds are collected.
Houseplants are snuggled back inside. Asarina and Thunbergia are falling lushly from the ceiling in overflowing, hanging pots.
Rosemary is snugged against a south window. (I really shouldn't have planted tropicals with them ~sigh~)
Tons of cuttings now started for my niece.
The last of the zucchini and green tomatoes will be hauled in today.
Seeds of broccoli, onion and lettuce are collected and drying.
Flowers for drying and pressing have been cut and hung.
Geese are beginning to head south.
I'm ready for tonights frost. For the first time in many, many years, this gardener is ready.

New Seed To Try, First Frost

A lady from Kentucky sent me some interesting seed to try for next year. Well, probably more interesting to me than to people that grow them every year.

Asarina
BES vine
Cypress vine
Picotee MG

Thanks barnbatt! She also sent me some Nicotiana, which isn't new since Kim sent me some last year, but they never seeded for some reason. I loved them though, so am so glad I have some more to grow next year. I'm going to try them in a different spot, I think.

We had our first hard frost last night. I haven't been out yet to check on damages, but thought I'd record it so I can look back on the date in future.

I finally cleaned out the mailbox bed. Sad to see it so bare.

I can't imagine if I could afford to do seed exchanges all the time. I dunno, maybe no lawn would be a good thing!

I don't know why I keep watching gardening shows so I can drool. I'll never have beautiful rows of azaleas, perfectly clipped hedges, enough spectacular flowering trees to divide my garden into 'rooms'. Why, oh why do I punish myself with garden porn?

In reality, I know it's nothing but a dream anyway. Who could manage to take care of that much garden? Being surrounded by farm fields, I have enough trouble keeping the weeds out as it is! Hmmm, the one downfall to living in the middle of nowhere? Not so funny when the air is so full of puffy weed seed that it looks as if it's snowing in August. And guess where they all land?