Due to unseasonably cold temperatures and this afternoon's freak snow, it's not looking very much like Autumn in the Pocono Mountains. At all. In fact, look at what that back-stabbing mother nature did to mah garden (which was still going strong until today):
The petunias are toast.
I know what you're thinking: "aww, how purdy are those mums"...
More mums. Muerte.
My nuts. Let me show you them.
Ferns losing their ferny green glow.
My ornamental grass, fuki plants and what's left of the morning glories have bought the farm and a one-way ticket to Deadsville.
Magic mushrooms minus the magic.
Possessed Squirrel laughs at you silly humans and eats your nuts.
Pink Flamingo isn't putting up with any more shit today.