I was very busy tidying up the garden. I harvested seeds, put away garden decorations, dug up glads and geraniums, pulled the corn and pumpkin vines. I spread sluggo around the beds. Hopefully, it puts a dent in the slug population. Next year, I will be ready for them. While puttering around, I couldn't help but think of that Doors song, "this is the end, this is the end my friend." Not only am I hoping it is the end for the slugs, but it is supposed to snow this week. It also was the last entry in my garden journal.