As I whirred along the side lawn I found the grass around the hazel nut tree heavy with petticoat covered nuts. I didn't run in to get the camera, but when I had finished mowing and was resting and looking around the garden, it was plain to me that September had arrived, with cooler weather and a lovely flush of roses.....
"For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together.
For nature it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad".
Edward Way Teale
Here is Mister Lincoln, top hatted in a gorgeous velvety chapeau.
and his companion, Abraham Darby
both fine and well respected gentlemen
who have lent their names to what
I consider to be among the most
beautiful of roses.
The ramblers along the side fence have been blooming for a week or so
and I have had to prune back their wandering branches
that used to reach out and catch Charles as he went by in his cart,
causing no end of consternation!!!
Mainly the garden is shades of yellow and orange - sunflowers, rudbeckia, yellow daisies,
Chinese lanterns, barn flowers,
but the Rose of Sharon, a first year Foxglove, blooming late, and some autumn Crocus join the last of the phlox and the porch pots in adding pinks and whites to the mix.
Who will turn the sod?
And have I enough compost to make a comfortable bed for them???
I ponder, as now is the time to move them!!!!!
Oh, it's always something, I can hear Charles saying.........but he loved the garden too.