Yep, the asters say it loud and clear: "October!" The last of the warm, golden light and bare toes and brilliant, rich colours. And cats, of course, but they, like the seasons, are fleeting. Or fleeing. Or fleaing. Well, all of the above. Or just going for a whiz, perhaps.
Soft jungle light on more asters and japanese maple:
Last of the snapdragons and another japanese maple:
OK, so you sort of have to know the snapdragons are there, just behind the ducky. Meanwhile, next to the driveway, the monkshood was stupendous...
...and the golden rod golden. The new yew is looking alright too...
...as is the weeping, umm, oh help, what is it? Something pacifica. With backdrop of Honorine Joubert.
Phlox, black-eyed susans, all holding steady:
And cats, now hungry:
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1 comment:
From Mum:
"All the garden pics are lovely - lovely garden, lovely photos. The name-forgotten conifer is a Cedrus atlantica 'Glauca Pendula'. I had to go look it up to get the name straight. Dirr describes it as "a weeping form with bluish foliage; the branches cascade like water over rocks; must be staked to develop a strong leader; truly a beautiful clone; have seen many in gardens and each is slightly different due to training, pruning, and staking in the early years.""
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