RIP RBG: a truly great woman. I received the news while I was putting this post together.
My fall front garden gets most of its color from fall asters, the tail end of the naked ladies, and the fall re-bloom of my roses.
The smoke that blew in overnight made the sunlight diffuse with a slight golden cast.
Air quality is pretty poor here, so it’s not good to be outside right now, but I have to walk the dogs and the light was pretty on the flowers along our path this morning.
My heart really goes out to everyone who is closer to the wild fires. In Seattle the air is bad: itchy eyes, congestion and scratchy throat bad (at least for me). It reminds me of being in China. We seem to get a stretch of this every year of late.
I love the way the hydrangea fades from its bright summer blue into mauve as the season drifts toward an end.
My new Love and Peace rose is at it again. May it be an omen!
This is the last photo I took in August. It seems like it is an almost perfect one to express the change of the season: still mostly bright and blooming with a bit of fading out in the flowers and a tinge of fall color starting to appear.
No idea what type of flower this is. For some reason this patch of flowers caught my eye when I was out walking the dogs a couple of days ago. The the bright fall colors combined with the variety of textures and the different stages from a bud to seed heads all at the same time.
If you know what it is please share the wealth.
The colors aren’t as vibrant as traditional fall colors, but the end of summer hydrangea has some lovely hues.
Yes, I know I’m nagging but:
It really does matter!!!
Heather is one of the late season blooms…and of course Black Lives Matter is still very relevant.