We seem to be in that transitional time between summer's end and fall's beginning. The weather is mild and quite beautiful-interesting -changeable. The garden is breathing its last gasp, I mean, giving forth a final offering. I'm not much of a gardener, and am always deeply grateful to any perennials that return in the spring. I did all of the plantings around the house myself, without a plan other than what looked appealing at the garden centre, and what my aunt K. gave me from her garden. I like to think of the resulting jumble as 'english-cottagey' (on a good day). I still have a bit of colour happening, although some of the plants were quite leggy because of all the rain we had, and between benign neglect, and being sat on by two large dogs, they are looking well,.....veklempt.
Thought I'd share some images of the few remaining goodies:
Cosmos, I appreciate you!
Hey, Delphinium, thanks for coming back one last time!
Lily, hang in there and thanks !
You all converse with your flowers, right? right?