creating something out of a lot of little nothings
The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood ... a pool that nobody's fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind. ~ Katherine Mansfield
Friday, 16 September 2011
The Golden Season
I though I would start with this image, it isn't my garden, I hasten to add, just to prove to myself that an autumn garden can look good. This morning the weather is a bit grey and it's starting to rain - why can't the weather stay the same for two days running?
The Rudbeckias in the cutting patch are starting to look a bit sorry for themselves, they are getting a bit droopy and ragged now, but they have been a really good bright spot of colour for weeks, so I musn't mind too much. The rusts and yellows always seem more appropriate at this time of year, than the pinks and blues, I really must try to inject the garden with more next year.
The Sunflowers are still flowering well, despite the fact that the are all leaning at dangerous angles, and they are still pushing out plenty of buds.
Even though we have hardly had any rain, and I haven't watered them since they were seedlings, they have survived the harsh treatment and neglect.
These self-seeded Antirhinums have also done well, why is it that self-seeders seem stronger plants than those that we plant out. Is it because they decide where they want to grow, and choose the best spot?
Finally, a picture of the Phaecalia, green manure, that I sowed in the empty potato patch - I love this plant for its fuzzy flower heads - and it's great to know that it is doing a good job as well as looking pretty.