Each summer comes to its end, and as the days draw in, the annuals in my flower garden get down to the business of setting seeds.
The zinnias have gone shabby, though still vividly colored...handsome from a distance.
Many of the dwarf sunflowers have shed their brilliant petals, but the seeds
haven't plumped enough to harvest.
The garden draws me, even in this season of its decline.
I note with frustration the weeds that have pushed through layers of mulch, fret over the gaps where some perennials gave up during the heat and drought of July.
I cherish those hardy plants that have revived for an autumn flowering.
My clump of butterfly weed [asclepias tuberosa] had its beginnings as a wildling. In years past I ordered seed of this brilliant member of the milkweed family--seed which never germinated. During our first summer here, I was delighted to recognize the plant growing in vigorous patches in the horse pasture.