I love fall. I love what it leaves (pun intended). I love the echo of life, the shadow of memory, the absence which is more profound, the negative space that gives the garden and the gardening year substance and definition. Give me detritus. Give me barren stalks and dried leaves backlit by warm winter sunlight. And most especially, give me the seed heads that, more and more as I get older, trump the blooms they came from.
|Why would you cut this down? Swoon.
|Wild Senna, Senna hebecarpa, in the foreground.
|Giant Hyssop, Agastache foeniculum
|Purple Prairie Clover, Dalea pupurea
|Dwarf Blue Indigo, Baptisia australis var. minor
|Ironweed, Vernonia fasciculata
|Culver's Root, Veronicastrum virginicum
|Common Milkweed, Asclepias syriaca
|Ozark Bluestar, Amsonia illustris
|Tall Coreopsis, Coreopsis tripteris
|Round-Headed Bush Clover, Lespedeza capitata
|Common Yarrow, Achillea millefolium
|Virginia Mountain Mint, Pycnanthemum virginianum
|Black-Eyed Susan, Rudbeckia hirta
|Stiff Goldenrod, Solidago rigida
|Gimme seed heads
|Amsonia hubrichtii in its early stage, on the way to rusty orange
|Swamp Milkweed, Asclepia incarnata
|More than winter interest -- it's winter awesome.