Hydrangea and sneezeweed, the last flowers in the perennial bed are beginning to fade.
And moon grapes the toxic berries of the poke weed are nearly mature, once prized as a fabric dye.
September had a mere 30 days to go from this years endless summer, to the cool crispness of early autumn. As always I am sorry to see summer go, and even more sorry to see my garden, with its numerous tasty treats and surprises quit producing.
The tomatoes are gone now, as are the cucumbers long done producing, only a few lonely zucchini and forlorn green beans remain.
The lichens and mosses have colonized the bare spot in the lawn and I think they are gorgeous, May-be it is the timeless quality of moss, or perhaps it's they are jsut so good at arranging themselves into pleasant patterns.
The cochicum autumnale or autumn crocus, sometimes called the saffron crocus, has sent up a large number of its equally large blooms.
Japanese lantern, a plant that has fascinated me since I was a child, and spreads like a weed frequently surprises me with its vivid orange lanterns.
Then there were these squash, who choose to volunteer in the compost bin.
