So much of my garden is past its prime, having bloomed - no longer as much a pleasure to look at. By this point in the year they've become little more than greenery.
But my daisies and hydrangeas are two of the plants still providing color and beauty in our back garden. The pink hydrangea is of a different variety than the other two plants we have – two other pinks and one white. I appreciate that it's different, providing beauty of a different sort than the others.
The daisies are likewise past their prime, but still blooming. And there are a few other flowers still in bloom, but there's a lot of empty space between them, space formerly filled by flowers that have come and gone.
Hard to believe after all that waiting for color the garden's on the wane. We still have August and September to enjoy some of the flowers, before the garden prepares for its long winter nap. Every year that blooming window seems shorter, as does so much in life.
Maybe this year I'll plant some late-blooming mums, to stave off the inevitable late autumn blues. That will provide some consolation for the flowers preparing to go dormant. And in the fall I think I'll also plant some more bulbs – daffodils and other varieties the deer won't eat – so that spring will be more resplendent.
Summer isn't over, but seeing the garden past prime is never a good feeling. Winter here is excrutiatingly long, and the wait for spring unendurable. So the longer I can prolong color in my garden the better. I think that's worth the price of a few autumn-blooming plants.