Still blooming in my garden

Fall ushers in the beautiful colors of leaves, but it chases away the blooming flowers that cheerfully splashed color across my gardens and lawn throughout the summer. My potted annuals continue to provide vibrant color.

A few weeks ago I replaced the waning summer annuals in my flower boxes with mums, the garden workhorse of fall.

These mums (They could be asters; I’m not sure of the difference) are planted in my St. Francis garden. They’re the brightest spot of color there now.

The butterfly bush

and the roses are making a valiant last gasp. But their days are clearly numbered.

We have a plentiful supply of sedum that makes a statement in the fall garden,

and quite a few Liriope muscari, or Lily Turf, both variegated and non. They add a nice subtle color for the observant.

And all of sudden these charming white wildflowers are blooming along the woods’ edge.

The vanilla marigolds we planted in the empty space ravaged by our chameleon ivy eradication, have filled in nicely this year. I like them so well I may just plant them next year and skip the perennials in this particular spot altogether.

The Mandevilla that I planted in the garden continues to bloom like the one on the deck in the first picture. The Moonflower vine growing up the left side that I planted from seed did not produce any flowers until

September 29th when I noticed this bright spot from my kitchen window.

A single solitary flower. Isn’t it gorgeous? I like it so much, I’m thinking about trying to plant moonflowers in a big pot on our deck, which is full sun, and allow them to climb along our railing next year. It’s worth a try, anyway.

What’s still blooming where you are?

The pumpkins pulled me in

It was the pumpkin wagons that pulled me in. I just couldn’t resist the look of wooden wagons loaded with pumpkins.

Mark said we brought our children here a few times. And although I remember many years of visiting pumpkin festivals and pumpkin farms, I don’t have a clear memory of this exact place.

In the past we focused all our efforts on finding the perfect pumpkins, sometimes out in a field where they dotted the land from their decaying vines.

Yesterday I focused on the vibrant colors. All the colorful mums, variegated gourds, and bright orange pumpkins saturated my vision—it was like when Dorothy stepped into Oz.

This particular farm does a top-notch job with displays that draw casual passers-by in, like ourselves.

Actually, we stopped here briefly the day before for some apples on our way home from the Fernald Preserve (more on this later). I was tired from shooting a lot of photos and didn’t even get out of the car, but the loaded wagons of pumpkins called me back.

So we brought Arthur this time, who thought he had died and gone to heaven.

Nature’s bounty is amazing. The small pumpkins and gourds fascinate me.

In addition to more apples, we left with a trunk full of mums and pumpkins. How could we resist?