Our late-summer week-long heatwave is now a thing of the past. As much as I detest extreme heat, I'm kind of sad to see it go. It's been replaced with cloudy skies and an occasional chilly breeze, a harbinger of change that I don't find welcoming at all. I'm a summer gal. I like having the windows open, breathing the freshness, hearing the birds, the trickle of the fountain just a few steps away from the door. I'm not ready to close up shop and relegate the flip flops to the back of my closet.
|Anemone 'Pamina,' a luscious lavender-pink late bloomer.|
The upside is that the garden is still lush with color as the fall bloomers, a banal presence in the garden since spring, have their time at center stage. You've got to love those little internal DNA clocks that alert a plant to its time to shine. Fascinating stuff.
|Aster 'Alma Potschke.' It doesn't get any pinker than this!|
|Aster 'Woods Pink,' a bee-lover's paradise!|
|Cyclamen hederifolium peaks out from under the bushes.|
|A Pink Dahlia... the name escapes my "evolving" mind.|
|Fuchsia something or other|
Besides, I've already got this sweet little bouquet in my grasp. I'd have to put it down if I were going to, say, lift that annoying weed snaking through the Sedum and throw it into the bucket that has the nerve to situate itself a great distance from convenient.