Je suis un peu triste…j’aime mon jardin et je déteste l’hiver…
Voila mon jardin et tout son colour á le fin de l’été.

Color is hanging on…even this late in September.

Blue eyes more handsome than any flower.

Savez-vous planter les choux…ils sont faux, ils sont faux. (Should I give a prize if you “get” this?) I removed my crispy, half dead “toonies” and opted for some mums and cabbage. I really don’t care for mums but they were trés cheap and say “late summer.” Can you tell I refuse to say the “f” word yet?

Letting the purple bean pods dry for next years seeds.

How to disguise ugly outdoor children’s furniture. They loved it.

Terra Cotta. I don’t have alot and could never get enough.

One of my favorite looks in the garden is roses with herbs. Roses with lavender, Roses with Ladies Mantle and Roses with Sage as seen here. If I could plow the entire thing under and start all over it the combination of roses with herbs would be my first choice


Gravel path lined with Thyme. Again, something I could never have enough of (pun intended!)

Gardening shoes for pregnant ladies with ultra flat feet. SO UGLY I KNOW!

Got Leeks?

Aidan’s new trick. Jumping out of the giant burning bush. We are headed into an entire new chapter of boyhood. I am holding on for dear life.

No words.

It took 7 years but I FINALLY have “Love Lies Bleeding” aside from my Purple Globe Thistle…well, they are both so unique.

An old mirror reflects my waterfall so you can enjoy it coming or going. Yes, I should have windexed it before the photos but there are a lot of things I “should” do.

I am thrilled about this late color. We have a very nice amount of it this year. Years of strategy are finally paying off.

The main path.

Black Opal and Sweet Basil.

Concrete Coleus.

Long Shadows and the Wellies. (Worn before my feet began to ache.)

Flagstone terrace…and the neighbor’s car in the background…ugh.

It’s been mentioned in posts long since past but this is the fountain we found for forty dollars a few years ago. Still unbelievable. I am trying to convince dear husband to bring it into the front porch for the winter. He has choice words for me every time I bring it up…and reminds me what life will be like for us if he has to have hernea surgery again. 🙂
Thank you for strolling thru my late summer garden. I am going to enjoy it until the last petal falls…