My youngest granddaughter is with me on Wednesday. So it is a busy day. I have been busy scrubbing her bedroom rug. One I gave her last year and mom seemed to think I could clean it better then her. Early in the morning you can begin to feel Fall in the air and all of my plants are beginning to fade. I have hundreds of zennia's and early each morning have been deadheading and saving the blooms to continue to dry for seeds for next years garden. In my area as the morning progresses it quickly becomes very warm.
Too warm for me to be out in the garden.
This early morning I am continuing to practice my image skills.
I still have an abundance of flowers in bloom. The large bloom is a surprise from a home that was being sold, not far from my new cottage. It was sad to see the deteriorating gardens and I could see through my eyes that this was once a special sanctuary to the lady that is now in a nursing home. I bought the freezer from this home and the son took his shovel and gave me a clump from a plant that turned out to have this bloom yesterday morning. This came about because I shared how much I loved gardening and wanted to walk through the old garden. I could see the brick paths, the many areas where this lady had once worked in the earth. What is sad is that this home will be sold, torn down and ground escavated for a new home. The old gardens will only be a memory for those who once viewed them.
My basil is going full speed and my Knockout Roses are still in full bloom.
Enough sharing on this very warm September afternoon