September at The Acres. Cooler days, gray clouds mingling with the blue. Still need lots and lots of rain. The pond--my own personal mud hole--is way too low. And though the Wild Area is a luscious yellow--still waiting for the asters--it's not over-your-head tall like it usually is. Those flowers have lived so long out there, I doubt that the weather can slow them down too much. One of the wonders of 2020 is another dearth of Japanese beetles. Last year there weren't many; this year I've just seen one. One! My Gardening Angels must have gone into the extermination business.
There are still lots of things blooming, just not much on the new side. But being a fan of old, no complaints. The monk's hood and fall crocus are sure to bloom later and perhaps a re-blooming iris or two. I don't know how the lack of rain will impact them. Ah well, I will enjoy the walks and live off the expectations. Would anyone like some white iris with a touch of orange/yellow on the flags? They need morning sun, and they spread like crazy. Dry soil as well. I have a few I'd be willing to pass along. I have some seeds I need to mail as well. And always some work to do.
Two months I imagine until the first killer frost, but who really knows. Until then I will walk, smell the phlox, wait for the asters, and try to avoid the ragweed--unsuccessfully. Then, I will stroll through fallen leaves, banks of snow, and wait for the cycle of growth and beauty to return again. Lord willing. Oh, I've started to feed my feathered friends again--no one has caught on yet. I'm sure it won't take the chickadees long to recognize that the catering business is open again--and then the parade will begin. Entertainment for the Homesteader.
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