As I write, it is 68 degrees F, quite possibly the warmest it will get for the rest of the year. We did general pick-up-the-yard-before-snow-comes over the weekend, and I mapped out half of the Juneberry bed. Would like to map out the other half tomorrow or whenever else it is mild enough, but duty so persistently calls. This week it’s the quarterly reports, i.e., homeschooling paperwork. Next week, 2 birthdays and possibly jury duty. Meanwhile, I haven’t finished my treatise in several parts on colchicums. The only one still blooming is Colchicum autumnale ‘Alboplenum.’ It’s been blooming a full month now, a record, I think. Only three other plants blooming: Scabiosa ochroleuca, Crocus speciosus and (pardon the mouthful) Malva sylvestris ssp. mauritanius ‘Bibor Felho.’ That’s what it was called in the Thompson & Morgan catalog. Absolutely stupendous when well-grown and true to type (the flowers can be 4″ across and the plant taller than 5 feet–it’s more like a bush) and still very nice when grown imperfectly (spaced too close together, for example) and reverted from the cultivar (flowers more the typical malva size). Anyway, this time of year it seems to get a second wind with a good display of flowers. Makes me glad I cut back the old seedheads and glad a whole forest of them decided to self-sow near the door we go in and out of all day long. Ah, well, back to work.
If winter is slumber and spring is birth, and summer is life, then autumn rounds out to be reflection. It’s a time of year when the leaves are down and the harvest is in and the perennials are gone. Mother Earth just closed up the drapes on another year and it’s time to reflect on what’s come before.
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