I like an overgrown, lush flowerbed but things in the front yard flowerbed are now officially out of control. The rose of Sharon bears a large portion of the blame; that tree just won't stop sending out feeders. But it may also be that the chief gardener needs to get out there with her clippers and show the plants who is in charge around here. Ahem.
In the meantime, the azalea leaves have just begun to turn their attention to development of some fall colors. After such a busy growing season, I can well imagine that they've need for some rest.
In the next two months, I will be planting some fall bulbs in this flowerbed and elsewhere. Bulb planting is one of my favorite fall clean up chores, a sign that winter is coming even as it provides a reminder that the cold won't last forever. Until then, there's still some lush green to enjoy in the flowerbed. I'll be doing that as I take on the task of fall trimming.
I’ve grown weary of the daily Trump ignorance and mysogyny. I think that the void in GOP leadership is terrifying for our nation. I like to read (I just finished Winston Graham’s The Angry Tide), garden, cook, and talk.
I love… jack-o-lanterns, Halloween decorations, Fall mums, cool mornings, black cats, witch hats & broomsticks, cheese trays, You Tube hair videos, Fall sweaters, watching JT cross the finish line, my teal coffee cup, planning treats, sunrises, sleeping with the windows open, good books, visits with family, Ken Burns documentaries, and the feel of a sweaty workout.