Sometimes, when I approach my house from the road, I think “Oh, what a terrible mess.” I see the weeds that need pulling, the plants growing in the wrong places, the big gaps where plants haven’t filled in as quickly as I hoped.
Thinking about the garden this way–Don’t I owe it to the neighbors to stay on top of my weeds? Is my garden turning into the neighborhood eyesore?–turns it from a joy into a chore. Moreover, such a mindset prevents me from enjoying nature in its cycle, where it is and as it is, in the present. So yesterday I took a few minutes out from weeding to appreciate the gorgeous rosy colors of fall in my garden. The oranges and yellows are here, too, but today I’m sticking to a softer palette.
Aster tataricus
An unknown chrysanthemum, picked up from a bargain table a few years ago. I’ve made many more of it from its cuttings.
Bee on Aster tataricus
Deep purple-black seeds of Iris domestica (blackberry lily)
Fuzzy, foxglove-like blossoms of Ceratotheca triloba.
Two egg sacs of Argiope aurantia
Anemone hupenensis ‘Pamina’
A pass-along Physostegia (obedient plant) begins to flower.
