I love bringing the house plants in from the back patio. I always know the right time. When the evenings sky darkens early. When the leaves start flooding the yard. When the nights grow chilly and I need a sweater to take Mabel outside. The rain starts to fall and then I realize, "Hey, your plants are about to die."
This is also the same time of year when I become thoroughly freaked out by slugs on the patio wall. Brown, wet leaves slap and stick everywhere and those gross, slimy slugs start having a party. Never trust a creature with no visible eye sockets... that's what I always say.
It's that time again. Time to position a big table under the front window. Time to trim and clean the plants that survived the heat wave this summer. Time for apple pies and leaf blowers and warm blankets on the back of the couch. When the plants come inside, it means fall is officially here.
I'm so glad.