The male yellow finches have begun to shed their brilliant yellow plumage in favor of their winter wear. Temperatures this morning hovered around 40 F. A few timid leaves have started to give up their green and the bald cypress in the front yard is trying to decide when it should turn bronze. Fall is here, if not officially, then spiritually.
Below are today’s bloomin’ stars.
I haven’t always been a gardener, but I have always loved gardens. It has taken 16 years to get my gardens into the shape they are today. And, I’ve had help. I’m 74 years old, have rheumatoid arthritis, and had a late stage cancer six years ago. I am, though, intrepid. I’m the kind of person who plods along, tailoring my goals as I go. Last November I had a long overdue knee replacement surgery and I’m hoping this spring, summer, and fall will be able to maintain and find even more joy working in all of my garden beds. Full disclosure, though. I have a garden guy who comes once a week to work in my gardens.
Garden 337 