Garden Scenes

“That country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain.” Ray Bradbury

A mix of  the fall blooming Colchicums as we hit the Autumnal equinox

The kiddo has had to read a bunch of Ray Bradbury lately as she started her freshman year in high school. I guess it's been awhile for me now, as I don't remember many of the stories she tells. It's something to hear her talk about how amazing all his ideas were and to imagine they were written in the 1950's! Glad her teacher is capturing the imagination like that and good to see an inspiring teacher come out of the public school system.

I'ts apparent I don't really have all that much to say about the flowers on here. I spent a brief few moments of a weekend afternoon trolling through the garden looking at some of the fall Colchicums. So above are a few, there are more starting in by the fence at the entrance to the property now. Most of the excess bulbs have been planted out, although I still have a few bags to go. I have found it makes good science to save some in a bag for as long as possible to see how they store. The weather man said it was the 3rd driest summer in recorded history, with something like 57 days without a rain drop. And look, the autumn crocus didn't mind a bit! Cheers, Mark