Autumn is always a time of transitioning for me… more than spring. I think of spring as the full flung advance on all things “garden”, while fall must be part inside work and part outside, and much of both are getting everything in readiness for wintertime.
In between there are beautiful days where I think :”Work or enjoy the leaves, the sky, and the remains of the sunshine”. From the way I word that which do you think has the strongest tug on my heart? It is by sheer effort alone that I stay inside to wax the hardwood floor, wash windows, put away the summer clothes, and generally start the cleaning/preparation of the house for the holiday season. I think the Christmas season is the one time of the year my house looks a bit orderly and well-kept. Sad but true confession. The rest of the year I’d rather be gardening, or somewhere outside!
Well, enough about that. I think I have some photos to upload here… let’s see what I prepared from the summer photos….
I Love Morning Glories
I love morning glories, especially the “Heavenly blue” type. The first two photos are in my own garden- the new arbor that leads into the hot tub area. The second photo is a cutting garden photo (one of many I took) in a garden that belongs to an elderly Amish-Mennonite lady. I’ll be posting more on that garden in the future. I had talked with her briefly when asking permission to take photos of her garden, and hope to make it back to place soon to get more of her story. She is 91 and takes care of her garden with only a little help at parts of the season from her church’s youth group. Anyway, it is her garden that illustrate my article on “cutting gardens“.
These last two photos are the leadwort, or perennial plumbago, from my garden in August (a messy part..oh, right… all my garden is pretty much the “messy part” this year)… and one of my garden containers that combined a tender plumbago and salmon pelargoniums, and pink mandevilla. The colors almost didn’t work, but were saved by the warm salmon center of the pink mandevilla. Originally, there was a full froth of gorgeous blue lobelia spilling out of the pot, but it dried up during the summer drought. I had a few times of overlooking the proper watering, brought on by a midsummer vacation to Atlanta.
