Every garden should have hydrangeas for no-matter-the-season interest.
I admit I have a hard time letting go of summer.
Even with leaves changing and falling and blooms fading and browning, I’m still reluctant to clean the beds and put them to rest. Even the weather is having a difficult time falling into a seasonal rhythm. There are days that are windy and evenings that are slightly frosty, and then there are the times when it feels mild and balmy.
So, with camera in hand, it’s last call in the garden, one last chance for flowers to bask in the spotlight before a hard frost takes them away.
A few zinnias are still holding on, their bright red petals
shining more brightly above foliage painted with powdery mildew.
A few months ago, morning glories covered the trellis,
their throats looking as if they held a bright light.
Today, seed pods are all that remain.
The gaillardia, started from seed several years ago, continue to flower . . .
. . . although some are in various stages of seed production.
Gaillardia at the end of the season.
Begonias in pastel pink look fresh but a bit out of place
in a world turning to shades of gold and orange.
Marigolds are still ablaze.
A petunia, reseeded from last summer, hopes to bloom on borrowed time.
Hydrangeas age so gracefully in the fall garden.
It was a great season.