“Come, little leaves,”
Said the wind one day,
“Come over the meadows
With me, and play;
Put on your dresses
Of red and gold;
Summer is gone,
And the days grow cold.” ~ George Cooper
The garden is looking splendid, adorned in its fall colors. Ina’s asters have spilled over the fence in a wave of purple…
The roses are on parade and playing host to all kinds of creatures (look closely)…
and our golden pups are happy to lay in the garden and yards, soaking up the autumn sun.
We played host to special visitors today. Greg Gayton is a manager for Green Acres Nursery. I’m sure many of our plants looked familiar to him – their three area stores are a little too conveniently located near me and Ina. In fact, the flowering plum that we planted last weekend made its way here from there. Although Greg has donated many plants personally, he had not seen the Memorial Garden in three seasons. Back then, I’m not sure he gave it much hope. A lot has changed!
I was sorry that Ina and Maria were not here to meet him. He and Ina speak the same language; Botanical Latin. It’s Greek to me. And I’m sure Maria would have enjoyed touring him and picking his brain about her new California Natives yard. Brody, his beautiful Golden, originates from Homeward Bound.
His family is equally stunning.
“Autumn. The year’s last loveliest smile.” ~ William Cullen Bryant