A Walk In The Goth Period

I have reached the age or that time of the gardening season when sitting still after work feels a lot more attractive.

But the garden is not done yet. Actually this is its most provocative point of the season.

And word is some hurricane wet is headed this way and it could get a little breezy. Best to go for a walk now while I can. I can sit later when it rains.

Water is wanted. Wind is not.

Wind can further tangle and squash an already dented Tall Flower Meadow.

Far worse would be another major de-limbing of the forest. I don't want to pick up more huge piles of branches and sticks. I still have a few left from Irma to deal with.

There are a few dents that did not un-ding post Irma, but overall the garden is looking pretty good.

It has been mostly warm and dry since. There is some crispiness happening which is not much different from freeze dried crispy.

Depending, it's always depending, the Goth Period could put on an extended show.

I'm good with that.

My asters are in full bloom.

They could use a cool drink no doubt.

Cool and wet without wind or freezing is the best chance to drag things out and give a turning forest the chance to join in.

No matter. Fall always turns out just fine.

This year's little dry is way better than last year's drought. That was crispy.

I have begun the process of putting the client's gardens to bed as the perennials begin to fade. It is way to soon for that in the wild cultivated gardens.

To walk the garden now is to see and feel a completely different dynamic from the summer garden. That faerie garden feeling is gone.

The goblins ate them all up.