Mum is actually just one of the words that comes to mind this weekend. The other word is menopause.
The calendar says October, but the tenth month seems to be experiencing an August-worthy hot flash. The heat and humidity combined with the fall colors, as well as a rain deficit here, feels a little odd — but it hasn’t stopped the mums from doing their thing.
Nor did it stop this gardener from taking a walk with his camera.
This mum is at least ten years old. About the only care I give it is a pinch-back on Memorial Day and on the Fourth of July to encourage branching. Then, I leave it alone.
Bees, wasps, and other nectar lovers are oblivious to the warmer-than-normal weather. In fact, I think they rather enjoy it as they buzz around what were starburst-like ivy flowers. The buds are now on their way to becoming berries.
In between photos, I did some cleaning up — to be featured in the next post — and I spotted this weed that had sprung up from behind a row of boxwood. I’m not sure what it is, but it resembles milkweed.
I decided to leave it there for a couple of reasons.
First, it escaped my inspections all summer and finally reached this point in its lifecycle. After all that work, it kind of earned the chance to go all the way.
Second, if it is milkweed, this is the first one that’s ever bloomed in my garden — and because I chose not to remove it, there’s a good chance it could be the first of many. Besides, butterflies love it.
And third, I imagine these fuzzy seeds traveling on a breeze, only to be captured and then wished upon. Lately, it seems, we could all use some wishes — cooler temperatures, more rain, less rain, or maybe a government that actually does something. I could go on, but I’ll leave that up to all of you.
What are you wishing for?