The Garden in October
One of the major disadvantages of gardening
in Southern Indiana is that in late summer the rains
invariably stop and the hard clay soil turns to concrete,
making it impossible to weed.
One learns to sit back and watch the weeds grow
while ignoring the twitch in the left eyebrow.
Rainbows End, a miniature rose.
This rose is named for the kaleidoscope of colors
that the rose can display all at once.
The early blooms are yellow, then they progress
to pink, then rose then red before fading.
The dogwoods in their fall colors.
The last hurrah of the Rose of Sharon.
The burning bush in all its glory.
I spent an hour out in the garden today pulling weeds
and hacking down overgrown plants,
most of which were well over my head.
One of my English roses in bloom.
The topsy tower alight with flowers.
The garden from above.
Many of these plants now reach eight to ten feet tall.
I also painted the plinth today.
It will need a second coat
(or sixth, seventh and eighth if you want to get technical)
of matt silver paint.
What do you think,
perhaps a distressed finish
to finish this off?
The magellanica is next to the water garden on the deck.