For those who are not suckers for garden pictures, you might just skip this post. I happen to be a weak-at-the-knees flower lover, so my self-indulgence merely feels like a hurray for the bounty of still blooming life in my garden.
Our summer was mostly rainless; a lot of August heat, an over deluge of wildfire smoke and some beautiful days tucked in here and there.
I believe my least favorite months are August and January. Around here, February has the timid hope of spring coming and September has turned the mild corner toward autumn. August and January just bring agghhk. Too much heat or such a daily cold rain that even I look out and dream of a little blue—and let me tell you, blue skies don’t bring me joy the way it does so many others. My perfect weather is a smattering. The best days are grey and blue; charcoal rain in the distance and then a bucket tipped so quickly onto the un-expecting walker that you feel like you got swept right into the whimsical weave of weather in a fairy book.
Either which way, I have relief that the torment of the hottest summer month is over and the following pictures are in my appreciation for the bits of garden that still thrive.
Hope everyone is having a nice September.