I felt as though a morning walk through the garden was in order before the rain starts this morning. The fall asters that we've enjoyed growing in the wild last week on our hike are now starting to open in my garden. They grow and thicken so much that I pull them out like weeds. This does prove that it only makes sense to grow plants that are native to our area.
The hanging baskets in the background are at least 4 feet long, and the half wine barrel is not seen for the petunias hanging over the side, and the saliva's that were planted from tiny boxes are tall and healthy.
My roses are still beautiful. I didn't spray for aphids once this year and there is hardly a black spot to be seen. This was probably the best rose year I've ever had.
The little carpet roses are starting their third bloom. Sweet little things, so unaware that the rain is going to damage their delicate petals.
It's just a little sad to know that I'll be going out there soon to cut away and cart the plants to the compost. I love windy fall days when the sun is shining and I know from past experience that those too will come but today . . . .I see grey skies and drizzle.
Yesterday I baked up three of Charlotte's maple twists for the B&B. Dorothy should be serving them within the hour. After they were in the oven, Dorothy and I decided that one more would be in order so I baked up one more for the kitchen help . . .oh the fragrance . . .
Just a note especially for Charlotte . . .everyone loves your Maple Twist recipe. Thank you so much for sharing it, if you have more treasures in your book, we'd love to try them.
Well, today, I'm going to go with the weather, sort through my closet . . .
Have a wonderful day my friends.