I’m a sucker for tasteful guitar solos.
Fall in the garden is horribly underrated.
Here in the Northeast, we take for granted the foliar onslaught that draws tourists from around the world to see what a temperate deciduous forest does naturally as winter approaches.
While some gardeners whine about the lack of interest as fall approaches, I revel in the occasional success of my own devices and ingenuity — if you can call it that. Wasn’t I smart to plant those ornamental grasses? Don’t the bittersweet berries brighten up the fog? That hybrid hazelnut colors up so well, doesn’t it?
But mostly, the attraction of the fall garden here is that nature takes over. From the broad swaths of goldenrod in late August through the first frosts to the last of the October color, the highlights here are not of my own making.
This place was breathtaking in fall long before I came here, and will be breathtaking after I’m gone.
Fall scene a few years ago.
I tend to kill Colchicums. But these from Cold Climate Kathy have hung in and maybe even spread a little.