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| Most of the garden this morning. A bit overgrown? |
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| L-R: boltonia, miscanthus, switchgrass, indian grass |
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| Why mow your lawn.... |
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| ... when instead miracles can happen? I've got milkweed, too. |
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| Liatris ligulistylis |
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| Caryopteris 'Longwood Blue' |
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| Wild Senna never stops blooming |
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| Male goldfinch--been years since they've been so active. |
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| And there's the female in back. They always come together! |
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| Caught these two on the birch tree. Ewww? |
6 comments:
I love Bluebeard. Especially when surrounded by grasses. I see you still have a lot of lawn. What is your lawn to beds ratio?
I thought 'most of your garden' looked like the top picture. Did you borrow a lawn?
Susan--I'd say 2/3 lawn. Any more and I'm afraid we couldn't sell this house, oh, next year. Or the year after.
Ms. EE--My garden would look like the top picture if I had 800 acres, which is the size of the prairie in the top pictures and taken from a good distance. The image of my garden on the top of the post is mayb 1/3 of my total garden area, about 500 square feet (no idea what that is in meters).
I love your garden! I am hoping my front yard area fills out that much in the next couple of years. I am excited for the wild senna to bloom. I wonder if it will next year.
I just figured out I better stop deadheading the coneflowers. I saw a male goldfinch on one of the seedheads a few days ago.
I always love that time of year as we tip into fall...they garden can look a bit overgrown, but there is something so satisfying in that. It's rather like the garden is now a juggernaut, moving forward on it's own momentum, regardless of us. BTW...so glad you have had success with the Polarizer!
Sue--I hope the senna blooms next year, but I have no idea. I'd put my money on they year after--if it makes it through the winter. I never deadhead my coneflowers because I never saw rebloom--this way I have more winter interest.
Scott--Yes, very satisfying this time of year. The transition is my fave time of year, but I know what it means, just like I know what it means when that last piece of pie is on my plate. Alas.
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