Bye Bye my Beautiful Begonia's

 

A task I always detest is to clean out the pots overflowing with bounteous, beautiful begonia’s before the first hard frost. It is heart breaking as they had weeks of blooming left though the forecast is a sad one. ~sigh~

Pots were emptied and scrubbed to spend the winter in the basement. Blooms were cut and arranged in a final bouquet; a homage to their beauty that always brought a smile to my face when I stepped onto the veranda. Sweet yellow, fuchsia, red and orange blooms may have lasted a few days, the longer the better but gardeners know better.

Au revoir my sweet flowers. Thank you for your colourful blooms this summer. They were very much appreciated in such a hellish year.

Night Walk

 October evening, day light has bid adieu,

dampness permeates night air

while stars begin to twinkle in the sky.

This is no night for sitting on the patio

when one is ill due to a nasty bacteria,

bundling in warmth she walks along rivers path.

Inhale, exhale, pure and refreshing air

while stepping slowly and carefully

in darkness guided only by stars.

Never minding the rustle of night creatures

amongst reeds, the walker continues

her trek of healing, to reach homes warmth.

sunflowers - haiku

through the broken fence

there are sunflowers blooming,

life isn’t that bad

sunflowers peek through

broken fence smiling at me,

the smile is returned

sunflowers escape

over the fence showing off

their happy faces 

Sundown Squirrels

Sundown and they appear,

the siblings, unsure of this human,

one lands in the BIRD feeder

the other seeks seeds laid on stones.

Both wary of my presence,

I do not look their way and keep writing.

Tis odd for me, the one who fills the feeder

and spreads seed while they watch from above.

Yet they scatter at every move I make.

I whisper to them yet still they balk and run.

~sigh~

Perhaps one of these days they will

“get it” and appreciate my offerings

as the chipmunks do rushing

to greet me as I open the door.

 

Planting a Painting

A wise woman once told me when you plant a garden, plant a painting. With this always in mind I created a small but effective painting with the latest find.

Replacing burnt hostas and ferns I was thrilled to find Prairie Winds. A native Canadian grass and is absolutely beautiful.

Its been planted along the fence and in evening sun has an ethereal bloom to it. Behind are mosaic orbs that provide a punch.

The hunt continues for native grasses and so far I’m doing very well :)