Bright pink watering can forgotten, still signs of life abound. Tiny red tomatoes cling to sprawling vines. Verdant Jerusalem artichoke reach to the top of the fence, competing for last rays of sun as it plays hide and seek behind giant fir trees lining the road. Asparagus ferns bend low with dew drop jewels dripping from each lacy frond. In the woods, mighty Maple dressed in orange and yellow with moss green skirt bends to pale purple self-heal around its trunk as rugosa rose hips blush with their secret bounty of vitamin C. Bright orange nasturtiums hang over raised bed sides as though laughing at those still encased inside.
It’s Fall but the garden is still a beautiful, lively place to wander.
©Sharron R. McMillan