Rains have returned but there are still some sunny moments to savor. Nights are growing cooler and I dragged out a sweater to wear to work yesterday. The light part of the day grows ever shorter and there is little time (soon to be none) after work to do garden tasks.
Plants that will continue through the winter have replaced summer annuals and tropical lovelies in pots.
Evergreens and ornamental kale/cabbage replace brugmansias and tuberous begonias by the back door.
The pond must be skimmed of falling leaves at least twice a day.
It's a messy time in the garden.
Some trees haven't begun taking on autumn colors yet.
In the far background, the coral barked maple is in glorious gold.
The Linden in the side yard didn't put on much of a show this year but is now throwing leaves all over the place.
Danger gardenette area is ready for winter. Most if the inhabitants have moved inside. There's no denying it; autumn is upon us. Death's season.
Come lovely and soothing death,
Undulate round the world,
serenely arriving, arriving,
In the day, in the night, to all, to each,
Sooner or later delicate death.
-Walt Whitman from "When Lilacs Last in the Dooryard Bloom’d"