With the cold weather it’s time to wrap up everything for winter. I still had several potted daylilies and oriental lilies in pots sitting under the large hackberry tree down by the dry creek. Before they could be planted I had to dig, divide and move overcrowded iris and daylilies to larger beds. With the time change not much gets done in the afternoons after work. Just a half hour of work and its dark. With temperatures predicted down in the teens for Sunday, anything not in the ground needed to be planted or mulched. Saturday I started working early. A light rain started shortly after putting on my gardening shoes. I planted oriental lilies in the middle of my “lilies of the valley” section. Several Sabine Baur and Andy Candy daylilies went in “Eyes have it” section of eyed daylilies ringing the edge. Daylily Joan Senior and Lilium Landini were added to my “Ebony & Ivory” section. A gooseberry and several more pink & rose daylilies went in my “Pretty in Pink” or “Lady in Red” section. I’m still debating which one to name that section. Red Eyed Fantasy Daylily went into my Deshler High section on the west side of the driveway. ‘Echinacea Hot Papaya’ ’an orange cone flower went into my Auburn section along the driveway, which I decided needs to extend down to my Toomer’s oak tree. That means moving Spiced custard and Brindled Beauty Iris and several other non blue and orange iris and daylilies elsewhere, probably to my U. of North Alabama section. Let’s think about that idea later much later after you get all of the potted stuff in the ground. By this time the rain was getting a little harder and a little colder with each passing minute. I still had about thirty pots of a daylily called “Indian Giver” that I wanted to put in the Deshler bed along the driveway, but still had half of the bed left to dig out and divide. I made three trips with them down to the area where I have my other potted stuff mulched and made a circular island with them and spread a layer of sawdust on them with the front end loader of my John Deere. Just as I finished leveling and working the sawdust in-between the pots, the bottom fell out of the sky with a very cold rain. See you next spring I said and headed for the barn. I’m not sure who had more mud on them, me or the John Deere. The hooligans were glad to see me stop. Every time I went toward the barn they would run in the door and look at their empty bowls and then up at me. Each time they were told it’s not time to eat yet as I went back to the garden. Patches would walk back to the garden and sit and stare at me with an irritated glare. She wanted her food. Eventually they were fed and after wards got a piece of corn bread Mom had made for them. When I first got Patches six months after putting Casey to sleep, Mom threw a hissy fit. “I told you not to get another dog; I’m not going to have anything to do with it. You take her back.” She took Casey’s death as hard as I did. Casey would go to her house when I was at work and come home when I did, so they had become close. When I got Blackie, she had a smaller hissy fit. Blackie looked similar to a dog she had when we were small, so she decided that was ok, Blackie would be her dog. Then when I brought Levi home it was another huge hissy fit. “I’m not coming over to your house again and for about a year she kept telling me I need to find him another foster home. Oh I had told her I was going to be a foster parent for a while until Karen at Sheltie Rescue of NWAL-WV, Inc could find him a home. That was three years ago. So now she makes them a big pan of corn bread once a week, with ham or meat drippings which normally would be discarded after cooking. Spoiled hooligans? Well maybe.