It’s a chilly morning at Shady Acres. Autumn is in the air, and Certain Man’s Wife’s Flowers are probably having some of their last days for this season.
The nights are chilly, and Certain Man is drawn to his fire ring. He pulls the outdoor chairs into a circle and invites people to come and bring their own food. “I’ll have the fire and hot water for drinks” I heard him say on the phone. “If you want to bring something to roast — hot dogs, s’mores or whatever — help yourself!” A friend works at Dover Millworks and he sometimes brings scrap lumber to throw into the outside woodbox. Certain Man loves these pieces of wood that catch fire so quickly and burn so evenly. He sometimes finds chunks of wood to cut up with his chainsaw (Is there a man anywhere that doesn’t somehow love a chainsaw???) and he cuts the chunks into smaller chunks that he can split with his trusty hatchet.
The fire that draws us all in . . .
. . . looses some of it’s intrigue by the light of day!
I took a morning tour of our yard this morning.
I am caught “flatfooted” by the things I saw and by the way Autumn is creeping up on us.
The little arbor that Certain Man put in towards the “Shady Way” frames the corridor of the seasons.
The leaves are already falling!
Over in the fence row, some of the roses are bravely trying to hang on!
I babied and babied these geraniums when I first planted them.
More recently, I can say that I’ve scarcely remembered they were there.
But they’ve thrived — in spite of my neglect!
And these bad girls!!! Let’s just say that they look better than
they ever have. They just wouldn’t take off and grow!
Then we put a soaker hose on them and forgot about them.
Maybe they’re just late bloomers.
One of my favorite Fall looks is this Coleus:
It grew up, volunteer-like, at the edge of our walk,
between the stones that edge our front garden and the black top.
I was loathe to pull it out, so I let it grow, and I’m so glad I did.
Just above the Coleus, I have this planter:
My spindly geranium in this pot has survived in spite of extreme hardship —
Mainly that the person responsible for watering it (CMW) often forgot.
I have a few other pots that are still blooming:
This is an old pressure tank that Certain Man cut in half and I filled with Miracle Grow potting soil.
These flowers have bloomed their hearts out. Red and White Pentas, blue Salvia and Vinca Vine have proved to be
a far better choice than I thought they might be when I bought them all on clearance in July.
About six weeks ago, I cut back this container of petunias that had gotten scraggly.
The result has been better than I dared hope for.
Also, I learned a few things about cutting back these forgiving flowers.
I think that next year, I’ll be quicker with the shears — but more discerning of the cut.
This is a strange container:
This Celosia is also volunteer.
When it started to grow in this container, I decided to see what it would do.
Sure enough, it got to be really showy!
I wish there were a few more in the container, then it might be a little more balanced looking.
But everytime I see it poking its head up like an important soldier, it makes me laugh.
And it really does have the look of Autumn to it.
It’s another volunteer that I am glad I left alone!
I have another container that I planted all my “left overs” in this year.
There are Zinnias, Snapdragons, Celosia, portulaca, even some lilies
in this brown bucket kind of thing. The Zinnias and Celosia have done the best.
I planted this Shasta Daisy over by the barbecue pit.
I kid you not, it has been a mess all summer.
I thought at least three times that it wouldn’t live.
Now that the weather is cooler, and it is time to put the flowers to sleep,
It decided it was time to shine!
I have a few Zinnias in the same bed as the Shasta Daisy . . .
Most of them haven’t been my stellar picks,
But the color of this one is perfect for this time of year.
The leaves are beginning to fall in great numbers, even though there is plenty of green.
I look across the yard at the patio and appreciate the colors and the changing landscape.
There is a delicious nip to the air, and everything is changing every day.
I’m looking forward to the holidays. Looking forward to having Youngest Daughter home for a week, and for the times for family to be together. The nip in the air reminds me that Winter is coming. Our family will experience the longest separation that we have so far, and that grips this mama’s heart with an icy hand. I try hard to not think about it, and busy my hands and my head with the joyous preparations of the season. The secrets of Christmas are already beginning to accumulate in my heart and in my Christmas room, and it delays the thinking (and dreading) of the coming parting.
And I know the Master of the Seasons. There is the promise of Spring There is the promise of New Life. There is the Hope of Eternal Life. And the Keeper of the Stars is the Keeper of Youngest Daughter and all my children, Certain Man, and me.
Romans 8:38For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers,39neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
8 responses to “Autumn Mornings”
I so enjoyed see all the flowers and plants still blooming in your pots and beds. They look far better than mine. It has been so dry around here that I have mostly quit watering and am waiting for frost to do it’s thing.
I loved seeing your plants and hearing your experiences with them. Each time I buy plants, my sweet hubby asks, “That one look like it needs killing?” That tells you how green my thumb is!I can identify with you about not thinking about your separation from your daughter – my oldest lives 1200 miles away from me, and my baby lives 600 miles away. It is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done. But I, too, have His promise, and His hope! I am blessed, also, that my northern kids are coming to see us this weekend – short visit, but a visit nonetheless! I will hug on my grandbabies all weekend long!
Loved this post.
Such a nice tour of your flowers. Everything is winding down isn’t it, I expect frost to soon kill all my roses but noticed today one still has a few hardy little blooms. I love the arbor that “frames the corridor of the seasons”.
Absolutely beautiful flowers you have. My family loves a good bon fire and like yours, my husband is a big fan of chainsaws! He can find use for a chainsaw anytime, anywhere!
Thanks for the tour. Everything is so beautiful. I just love the view through the arbor. You are very blessed to have such a nice big house for your family to come home to. We need to start all over again with flowers, etc. here at the new house. There were absolutely none at all. We put some little mums out front, and it seems that some kind of animal thinks they taste good!
seasons…..changes….sometimes welcomed…..sometimes not….but thru HIS EYES we know it is good-whether it looks good or feels good-His Gifts ARE good. Your “pad” is beautiful.
lovely post! thanks for sharing