Down by the culvert. We get some purple loosestrife here – which is supposedly invasive – but not much and it’s never been invasive. It depends on how wet the summer has been. Personally, I love it.
Right next to it…Queen Anne’s Lace.
There are just a few blooms each day on the largest Rose of Sharon, and only one or two on the smaller bush. I’m rather sad to see them wind down, just as I feel a sort of melancholy at seeing the gardens start to fade. I love fall, but this summer has been spectacular for the gardens and I want to imprint it on my memory. The maple on the far side of the house already has some brown leaves, and as I looked out the upstairs window this morning, there were lots of leaves on the ground. Same with the black walnut, which loses leaves early. Thankfully, there are new zinnias every day so we have some late blooming beauty.
I’m going to weed whack today. It’s quite overgrown around the funky patio and the secret garden. I can barely see The Dude! I will apologize for neglecting him for so long.
I only see the rare bird in the birdbath. I think many of them have already flown south. I hear bird sounds, but very little bird song. Sob. I miss them already. Thankfully, I’ve been able to watch the goldfinches having a great tme with the thistles. (I can see them from my chair in the den.)
We’ll mow the front lawn tomorrow.
Beacon Hill: I’m waiting for the bathroom wallpaper to ship. I’m not in the mood to start painting the baseboards. I think I needed a little break. When I feel motivated, it will happen.
Time for some more coffee!
Stay safe.
Happy Wednesday.
