Yard Pics, August 2007

My eldest daughter stopped up today and took some pictures of the yard for me. Yay!

The impatiens I overwintered as house

plants now surround the base of the big maple

My creative effort of bathroom sink

and vanity chair planters :)

Heavenly Blue Morning Glory

My daughter thought this one looked

like it had a glowing star in the center

Water Lily

Gloriosa Daisy

Last of the Baby Blue Eyes (thanks Kim!)

Cleome

Ponds & bog

(veg garden in the distance-

look how tall that corn is!)

shade bed

Front flower bed

Front arbor bed.

My youngest daughter chose
the fab color : Florida Bay Blue.

Everyone loves it!

Even though it's winding down now, I still love how everything looks this year. Thanks so much to Sissy, Kim and Don for making it look so fab! Without you guys sending me seeds, well, it certainly wouldn't have looked anything like this!

Well, This Is Just Not Cool

30 degrees in Saranac Lake Sunday night, August 19.

I ventured out to the gardens yesterday and needed a coat. A brisk wind and 62 degrees for a high feels mighty cold to my summer warmed skin. Both my body and brain are not ready for this.

That 'fall panic' feeling hits me like a wet, smothering blanket "Must get food in the freezer. Now!"

It takes a lot of mental force and deep breathing to push that panic away. I finally convince myself there's still plenty of time.

And then I see our young maples already colored up with their fall oranges and reds and immediately return to panic mode.

"But it's still August," I try harder to convince myself. The butterflies and hummingbird moths are still adding to the bright colors of the buddleias. Huh, I thought I read somewhere that butterflies needed to have air temps of at least 70 degrees to fly. Well, blows that fact all to hell, if it was even a fact to begin with.

"Ah, see, hummers and monarchs are still here, plenty of time."

And then my eyes scan the sky for the source of that echoing, depressing sound. The recognizable 'V' honks gracefully by overhead, their dark wings seemingly made a few shades darker against the deep mottled gray of the clouds hanging low above them.

I sigh and frown as that panic feeling washes over me once again.