I thought in fine body has suddenly colored its distress and is dying. And I do not know why. We will carefully dig it up and study root and bark and attempt to pry the riddle. That these things happen in the middle of fine fettled growth and evenly distributed health is quite disturbing and one has to be alert at all times to prevent this little disaster from spreading. At the very least it is the long fingers of scold against gardener's hybris.
Autumn is the time for universal sanitation.
We are blowing rose petals from below the bushes. We cut down the stalks of all perennials, lest insects and disease have access and housing during the winter. All chores done in the pleasaunce of autumn mean fewer nasty labors in spring, when the ocean is cold and catarrhal. For that reason and ones of savings and assured supply next year's seeds are being ordered now. We garden at least a half year ahead.