Getting chilly

With news that it was supposed to get down to freezing, I went home last week and leveled the rest of the hosta, (and whatever else got in the way.) There's nothing more icky than trying to do fall cleanup around soggy, mushy frost-bit hosta, so that had to happen.
It's sad, because it's the end of the season, but also so satisfying to put things to bed. I need to get a few yards of top soil to bring the beds up a little, and I'm hoping to acquire a chipper/shredder to mulch the bed with leaves.
So much of the weekend was spend outside.

I'd forgotten how much bigger the yard is when the greenery is low.
I left the phlox for now (trimed down a bit) for the birds to perch on in the winter.
I need to transplant the peonies (left) to somewhere with more light.

I need to neaten up this bed, but I ran out of ommph.
I have no idea what the iron pipe there is for, but it's pretty solid.
I need to do some drastic dividing/reorienting.
These burned pretty bad and bloomed late. I think they want more shade.

You can't tell what happened in this picture, but this was most of Saturday.
I went on a wild bittersweet/privet/wisteria hacking spree. So much bittersweet.

Not quite cold enough to knock off the last of the Naked Ladies, so they got a reprieve for now.

In other news, best electrician Wayne found time to come over and give the house a knob and tube inspection. Tonight's fun includes me wandering around taking covers off outlets and light switches to make his job faster. I'm going to take a pad of sticky notes and label the rooms so he know how many he's looking for when he walks in.