Wild 4 O'Clocks
Brrr... chilly last night... donned a jacket to stay warm as I was lounging on the porch, saying sayonara to summer.It being Labor Day weekend, summer is technically over, though this cowgirl has her fingers crossed for a long, leisurely Indian Summer.
It's Sedum's time to shine.
No grand wishes for the season to end. Simply delighted to say good-bye to summer chores ~ I've run out of steam.Autumn could be my favorite season, were it not for the fact that it's a precursor to winter. When blossoms grow weary, horseback riding is winding down... And, this ex-skier, who still lives in a ski resort, starts fretting over how to keep busy.
The last of the late-blooming Phlox.
Two months from now, when the cold winds blow, I'll wonder why I ever had the nerve to complain...I whined, throughout June, when the rainy weather refused to cooperate.
In July, I threw a fit about how the weeds are the busiest bloomers in my ill-kept garden beds. (Must be the rains. Couldn't possibly be my fault!)
After that, a major bitch session that August is simply too hot to handle.
One little straggler: Knautia
My oldest and dearest friend came for a visit last week. And, whaddyaknow, I whined about that, too. Why didn't she come 2 weeks ago when the flowers were perfect?(Is it just me? Or do flowers always put on the prettiest show when I'm the only one here to see it. :)
Worn out Coneflowers
In spite of it being the busiest summer on record, 'twas a season filled with great days in the garden. Adventures galore, with my beloved horses. Memorable months with friends old and new.Here's hoping y'all have a lovely, lazy, non-laborious Labor Day.