Do you remember that movie, The Constant Gardener? So sad, and not really what I want to talk about today; but the title popped into my head yesterday as I dutifully dragged the hose around the sad remains of my garden.
I love to garden in spring and early summer, when it seems that everything bursts forth joyously and effortlessly. I'm not really in charge then; nature is simply following it's imperative. Pale new leaves, green and crinkled, form a soft canopy overhead, and the roses tumble with wild abandon.
Blue flowers are a constant in my garden. Iris, veronica, catmint all reflect the color of the sky.
Filling pots and containers on the deck is instant gratification, and the summer progresses in a soft riot of color.
But somewhere around the middle of August, disenchantment sets in. Suddenly, everything is looking a little worn and tattered. Cinderella has stayed too long at the ball.
It will soon be autumn.Even though the temperatures still flirt with 90, there are mornings when the mist rises and the air is crisp.
I think I'll go buy some mums. Have a great weekend!