While Waiting For Nate

Hurricane remnants #2 is headed this way. We need the water, so if this is how it comes, we'll take it.

As I looked out yesterday morning, then a bit later discovered my deer hunter out there rustling around in the bushes, the beginning of fall was officially declared. The forest has begun to turn. Hunting season is here.

The mums join the asters as the last things in the meadow to bloom. My Sheffie Mums went feral. They are fortunate to live in a very short piece of meadow. The tall things would shade them into oblivion.

The blue asters are a near solid mass beneath the trees of the forest part of the garden. To get this kind of bloom in the shade, at the dead end of the time of vegetation, is close to a gardening  miracle. All I had to do was let nature handle the situation.

The Yellie Mums live in a semi-proper flower bed and get a little more editing and elbow room than their turned feral parent. There are plants that can not compete effectively in the Tall Flower Meadow without help. The mums are one of them.

The rain has come intermittently since last night. By midafternoon I was not impressed. We need more water than this. The ground is so dry, this kind of rain won't even make the creeks rise.

Gentle is good. Any water is good. I had a nice restful day while waiting for Nate.