I took these photos today. 77 degrees in Nashville, NC. Hard to think they are forecasting 40 degrees by the weekend. I’m not going to mention Sunday’s projections. The garden is luxuriating in the sun, oblivious to a brush with winter that is coming. I’m breathing in a glory day, breathing out all winter dread.
Mulch is arriving to tuck the newly created beds in for the winter. The camellias are blooming, the Knock Out roses having their last run. The grasses are tasseled, nodding in the slight breeze. Here is my new garden trying its best to say, “I have arrived to make your heart sing.”
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Are you old enough to remember the words to the song September. It is a love song about an older man and younger woman, but on a day like today, the words have a new meaning.
“Oh it’s a long, long time, from May to December, but the days grow short, when you reach September…
The days dwindle down, to a precious few, September, November, these precious days I’ll spend with you.”
I can feel it, Stepheny. Thanks for the pictures and the lyrics of one of my favorites.
Beautiful fall color Stepheny. It took the foliage quite a long time to splash color around this autumn. Now I see it thinning and browning. Not ready to hunker down. ( I do remember that song.)
Dunno the song, but the images here are so lovely!
Charming! Thinking of you with lots of love, Meg
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Beautiful, beautiful color, Stepheny! And I do remember that song – sung by Frank Sinatra, if I recall correctly. Fall is my favorite season and I am sad to see it go…