Autumn can be so unkind to the garden. Pelting rains and strong winds have been aplenty of late and it shows. Big time. One of my daughters and I were driving home the other day and we talked about what they call, "the monsoon season" in some parts of the world. Here, in the Pacific Northwest it's just called "the rainy season." But I like "monsoon" over "rain." It's more dramatic.
| Acer palmatum disectum waving goodbye. |
And others, like this birdbath, are filled with fall foliage.
But luckily some still remain green.
| The geranium is alive but I hope the budworms are dead. Wouldn't it be cool if it actually bloomed? |
We haven't had a frost yet so many marginally hardy plants are hanging on! Hooray!
| This is a seedling Nicotiana run amok. Kinda pretty though so I'm keeping it. |
| Heurchera something or other. 'Plum Pudding' maybe. |
| Begonia -- cool, huh? |
It always amazes me that these succulents can handle the cold. But sure enough.
Now, lest you forgot the title of this post, I'll repeat it.
My garden looks like shit. There I said it. I feel better now.
This is a tiny bit better.
| Hydrangea |
| Tired Thalictrum foliage |
| Cotoneaster lacteus, my most prominent "winter interest" wonder! |
| Trees to match the paint color |
I took the above photo a block from where I work. It's a tiny slice of the enormous Oregon State University campus. Check out those colors! Ooh la, la!
This tree almost burned my eyes!
And finally, (almost) back at my garden. Look at this sweet 'Cinco de Mayo' rose trying its darndest to make me happy. (Yes it's all about me.)
And finally, (for real this time) I had to show a photo of my daughter's kitten. Please excuse the blurriness. I bought some toy "mouses" at the grocery store and we were busy chasing them. Ain't she a cutie?
So much to be thankful for!
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!
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I'm curious as to your reaction to my current essay.
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Thanks.

