“A garden is not a place: it is a passage, a passion.
We don’t know where we’re going;
to pass through is enough;
to pass through is to remain.” ~ Octavio Paz
I am never alone in the garden. When all have left and I have it to myself, I am still surrounded by the memories of all that remain.
After a blazing hot summer, the garden is in that in-between moment when the summer riot turns tiny and quiet until the fall steps forward in all its glory. You have to look closely in a sea of green for the garden’s little gems.
Hummingbird-loving Cuphea ignea.
Butterfly favorites Jupiter’s Beard,
Lantana,
and Butterfly Bush.
The purples and pinks of Pentas,
Penstemon,
Chives,
And Cosmos bespeckle the beds – their large drifts long gone.
Dainty Veronica tries to stand tall,
while bright Rudbeckia hides under the White Orchid tree to escape the hot sun.
Only the Dahlias and Sunflowers dare to be bold.
And if you look very, very closely – you might just find some other tiny little gems hidden in the garden.
But that is a story for another week. Stay tuned.
Gardens For Goldens 