I woke up to darkness that has turned into a fine, sunny, golden morning. The garden calls and I follow because I won't have many more golden mornings in the garden with flowers left. We have already had a frost that stole some of summers beauty away and left wilted ruin behind. Two years ago Earl bought me a sweet autumn clematis for the pergola that he built. This year it reached the top and is in full bloom. Hundreds of tiny white flowers hang down and the air has a light sweet scent by the back door. It is so beautiful, I enjoy it every day:>)
The roses won't be around much longer. I have already cut bunches of rose hips from one of my bushes and used them in a creamware pitcher as a natural autumn display. There are masses of wild rose hips in the woods and I am contemplating going back and gathering enough for a wreath. It's hazardous duty though and I may just decide they look better where they are! The garden markers behind this rose came from my sweet sis-in-law. I didn't plant the vegetables that are represented on these markers but they were so pretty and rustic that I thought they made a beautiful bouquet in a pot in my garden.
My favorite iceberg rose gets little pink speckles on it in cooler weather. I love that they last to the very end. It still has buds and is very hardy in light frosts. I guess it is time to clean up the beds and maybe tuck a few bulbs in for spring.