Last night it got pretty chilly here, dipping just below forty degrees, but with winds gusting to about 40 mph, it felt like winter was arriving, even perhaps, that Sudden Deep Freeze scene from The Day After Tomorrow. The brilliant moonlight silvered everything seen out the window, too, just to enhance the illusion.
Since the weekend ahead is the one I had set aside for such autumnal things like putting the garden to bed and (more importantly) getting the storm windows in place, last night was dang cold, with the Gray Catsby and I snuggled together under several blankets and comforters while the wind howled outside. Thankfully, he throws a bit of heat.
This morning I awoke to find snow…but thankfully only in photos of friends of mine who live in more northern climates. The temperature is 49 F at 11:30 a.m., though the wind still gusts here, keeping the trees dancing and sending fading leaves swirling. The sunshine is bright and warm, though and there isn’t much reason to hibernate just yet.
The deck garden and the yard aren’t quite ready to be put to bed, so I’ll focus on the storm windows today.
I offer these warm-looking photos as antidote to the Season Shock my friends in chillier places may be experiencing lately.
I have already brought a few things indoors, like the hibiscus that starts off this post, a pot of marine heliotrope, another of mint and a lovely hanging basket I’m not quite ready to say so long to yet. I do hope to repot those now-two-year-old dracaenas, since they o’er-wintered so well inside last year…and there’s the asparagus ferns…it’ll be a real jungle in here once that great migration is complete.
But first the storm windows, while the deck keeps up its pretty show.
By the way, I don’t want you to think I’m all done with posts about Summer, there’s at least a Part 2 and 3 coming, possibly more. But of course, when you just take loads of pics as the summer races along, it’s tricky (but fun) and time-consuming: remembering just where they are saved, under what name, and the way I’d like to arrange them to tell the story.
But as they say, No Day But Today, and just to be clear, each one of these pics was taken this morning.
The pink bloom in the shot below is one of my very successful crop of agastache plants I grew this year (In the background – big surprise – is purple allyssum). They were happy plants right out of the gate and grew wonderfully as the season progressed. Some were gifted to others gardens, while a half a dozen stayed with me.
In the next couple of weeks, they’ll find homes in the gardens downstairs and – if my experience is true – will live almost ten years once I find them the right spot. But with such a drought going on this summer, it seemed kinder to keep the plants in pots just outside the door where I could make sure they got watered.
The rain we’ve had recently is doing its work down in the garden, and the Shasta daisies by the driveway – normally long finished blooming by the end of July – have managed to present just a few more flowers this week, to join in the chorus of rudbeckia and imperial mums who’ve taken center stage for the season’s finale.
Stay warm, everyone – it’s flannel shirt and fleece season, to be sure – and have a great weekend!!