Lasts are sometimes sad-joys. I've been thinking about the final blooms of summer in our gardens and wondering when the first hard frost will hit. According to the katydids it should be this coming week. They began to whine their complaints in late July.
Snapdragons reseeded themselves from last summer to the base of our retaining wall. I did not plant any this year in the garden.
These whites have a lovely touch of lilac.
...reminds me of a formal I once wore to a prom and then cut apart for a Tom Jones party. (But that's another age).
Impatiens (of the balsam family) are going strong in all our shade.
Tiger lilies have just about gone by.
I used some lasting blossoms with squash blooms for a quick centerpiece in a butter dish top.
In July our tall phlox began to pop out colors. Normally they last into October; we'll see.
They're so full of a gentle aroma, too.
At the end of last summer, part of our former "carport" became a garden, complete with still too much sand, gravel and the salt from the road. Portulacas love it.
Last, but certainly not lease, are the roses.
with one "final" deep crimson one.
Not certain where we'll "store" the little bush over the winter as temperatures will get way below zero here, as usual, most likely. Still can't figure out how those snapdragons and a little mum
survived in sandy soil and rocks where the plow tosses up salty gravel!