Today was a reasonably nice day, rain is forecast again for the next few days. So this afternoon I headed out with clippers in hand to do the deed... I hate this time of year when one must chop down the perennials and ready the beds for winter. It's the sure sign that winter is on it's way (ugh) and I just hate to admit it... I always feel sad cuttting down the plants which have given me such pleasure and beauty throughout the summer months. The only thing left blooming today was the fall asters; they were still being visited by bees... sorry little bumbleybees!
I got two more beds cut down and covered for the winter, so I only have one remaining bed to do. It's a job I don't enjoy but it does feel good to have it done. So thought I'd share one last bit of garden beauty with you... These are my tall fall asters, and one last solitary bee clinging to the blooms atop the stalks waving in the wind.
"Come," said the wind to the leaves one day. "Come o'er the meadows and we will play. Put on your dresses scarlet and gold, for summer is gone and the days grow cold."
~ Children's song of the 1880's.