To appreciate the fall garden--at least, to appreciate this fall garden, you've got to have Zen----it's wabi-sabi to the -nth degree--the ineffable beauty of imperfection: forgotten empty seedling pots, now home to spiders too menacing-looking to evict, fallen fruit, tarnished blossoms, broken stems....The perennial sunflower stars right now, as you can see, with big brilliant coarse flowers that draw your eye from 'way down the street. I love the way he--if flowers can be gendered, this one is unmistakably a guy--leans across the fence, like a giant stretching.
We are crushing the last of the basil into pesto and freezing it in ice cube trays; the small food processer that Drew's sister passed on to us last year is working its little blades off now. In these pictures you see, besides the brobdignagian helianthus:
red morning glories and improbably tall marigolds tangled in the corpses of tomato vines.
raggedy but still attractive (to butterflies and to me) butterfly bush
a seedling rose of Sharon that emerged this summer spindly and blinking from beneath a cedar tree
guardian lion and the sickly, temperamental but really gorgeous Garden of Eden-y-looking tiny crabapple tree that Drew likes to threaten to chop down because it is such a mess several times over (fallen blossoms, then fallen fruit and eternally falling bird droppings!).
a sweet little seedling rose that had to wait a long time to get planted. Got it in the dirt today. It's a hybrid musk rose of some sort.
This is it, guys--the end of the 2006 garden. The next batch of photos will be a post mortem.
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