As a young wife and mother, bedtime was a wonderful thing. Soft bed, darkness, and quiet -- until the baby started to cry. Sleep was always in short supply.
Today bedtime can be whenever I want, but sleep evades me. I guess that's part of getting older. But bedtime also means something quite different than pillows, blankets, and my husband's snores; bedtime is when I get my garden ready for it's long winter nap. It's hard to believe that the time is already here. It is still August after all. But this is what the garden looks like, so the deadheading has begun in full force.
Dying Brunnera as it goes into hibernation for yet another year.
The evening primrose leaves are turning purple and the flowers heads are now just seeds.
A Siberian Iris I have already cut back.
An overgrown herb plot needs lots of attention, but my time has been spent elsewhere and my interest is waning.
And then there are the beautiful Rudbeckias (black-eyed Susan, gloriosa daisy). They keep the color going as they imitate the shades of bright sunshine which will be seen less and less as each day of autumn passes into winter.
My last daylily bloom -- Daring Deception -- made a valiant effort to give one more bloom for the table.
What does your garden look like right now?
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