Monday, October 10, 2016

This is October?

Have you ever heard that quote that says "I'm glad I live in a world where there are Octobers"? Isn't it just so true? And while I love October, like just about everyone one else in the world, it hasn't felt much like October yet. It doesn't look much like it either.

There are still lots of blooms happening outside. As a matter of fact, some flowers are liking the cool weather enough to put out a fresh crop of blooms. The roses have some velvety blooms to share with me again. It's almost like they heard me talking about replacing them with hydrangeas.

If you think that you've seen these blooms here recently, you probably have. But really, they are worth repeating, wouldn't you say?

After all, they don't have too much longer to shine for me. I may as well give them a little more glory before it gets frosty around here. Frost, that's something of a bad word to me. I don't want to think about it yet.

This time of year is when I go into denial. I'm fairly certain that my garden will just continue to bloom for me for quite some time yet, right? *sigh* But the first frost really does arrive in October, so I guess I'd better face up to it.

There are bulbs to be planted, and containers to empty. The veggies need a big harvest before it's too late. Time to put away some of the garden art.

 But not yet. Let me linger a little longer in my October garden. It makes me smile.

Monday, September 26, 2016

The Scruffy September Garden

I really should plant more asters, goldenrod, anemones, toad lilies, and other pretty things that don't bloom till late in the season. I say this every year about this time when the garden starts to fade, and there's nothing new to see. I actually did plant a couple of asters, but I'm not sure if I'll see any blooms this year. Plus they're small, so they won't make much impact yet. Instead, I'll keep enjoying the annuals.

Visiting monarch on Cut and Come Again zinnias
Sun Parasol Mandevilla 
Fireworks pennisetum
This really is the season for annuals to shine. They know their days are numbered, so they pull out all the stops in their quest to live on. Most are quite full and lush now, and it's always such a shame to see the frost get to them.

Queen Red Lime zinnias with unknown skipper
Sneaky portaluca showing up from nowhere
Autumn Blend sunflower
Queen Red Lime zinnias with Autumn Joy sedum
But I'm not thinking about frost right now. It's still near 90 degrees this week, but I must admit that our average first frost is only three weeks away. I find it hard to believe that we'll be that cold by then, but you never know.

Grandpa Ott morning glory, reseeds every year
Grandpa Ott morning glory, reseeds every year
With all this heat and sunshine, the butterflies are still plentiful. You all know how much I enjoy those butterflies. But I have to admit that my pledge to protect bees, butterflies and other beneficial insects has allowed my yard to become bug heaven. As much as I enjoy all the good guys that call Robin's Nest their home, the bad guys are driving me a little crazy. I'm never exactly sure who is munching what around here. I finally remembered to plant some fall crops, and several of them have been munched down to nubs. My vegetable garden is fenced away from critters, so it has to be the nasty grasshoppers I see everywhere. Or maybe it's those hungry cucumber beetles.

Monarch visitor on buddleia
Silver Spotted Skipper
Painted Lady butterfly
Buckeye butterfly
Swallowtail butterfly caterpillar
As much as I love September, the whole yard is looking quite disheveled this time of year. Tall plants are flopping over, powdery mildew is rampant, and things are decidedly overgrown. I find it hard to get motivated to garden when I know that frost will take it all down in just a few short weeks.

Droopy Lemon Queen sunflower
Caproz dahlia with powdery mildew Tequila Lime zinnias
Zingaro dahlia with cucumber beetle enemy! 
One lone zinnia trying to offset the fading blooms around it
I used to think that I should live in a warm and tropical environment where I could garden year round. But over the last few years I've come to the conclusion that it's no longer true. Perhaps it is simply an age thing. I garden with joy throughout the summer, but by fall I'm just plain tried of dragging that hose around and fighting with weeds. It's time for a rest. And I'll come back strong in the spring as I always do. A long winter's rest is good for the soul, and revives the spirit.

Zingaro dahlia
Karly Rose pennisetum
Carpenter bee about to nectar rob Sunset Hyssop
The one thing that I never tire of is to wander the garden and find its sweet spots. No matter how scruffy the garden gets this time of year, I still love it. There's always a tableau to find that catches my eye, even if I have to ignore the disorder around it.

Fifteen foot Zepherine Drouhin rose reaching for the moon
Dazzling Magic dahlia, hardy here in zone 6. Apparently! 
Monge lilac giving me a surprise September bloom! 
Soon it will be cool, and the colors will begin to turn. The same areas I found to be scruffy will glow with autumn color, making me forget the disorder. Until then, I'll savor September, and enjoy the end of this extended summer.