A little Robert Frost for a fallish morning. He reminds me of my asters just starting to peek open.Last year was a bad year for this corner of my garden, but this year the asters seem to be coming back and soon I'll have that corner of purple...that is the focal point of this fall garden. I usually place a few pumpkins and gourds around ...to cover the stems that can be a bit dry this time of year.
The leaf that lingers on the bare tree is one of the leaves on my little maple in the border of the woods. This picture is from last year...it has changed color here. I kept this little tree trimmed small for a few years and then I noticed how pretty the fall color is...I let it grow tall...so glad I did this. I wonder how big it would be, if I hadn't fooled with it. A pretty spot of color on the woods border.
I can hardly wait for the trees to change. I know that this is a very short period and that winter is in the wings, but those are the seasons and the reason for many people to love living where there are four seasons. I am not a person who loves fall colors in decorating. I don't have oranges, rusts, golds, or browns in my decorating...but out the window...looking at beautiful fall colors is my cup of tea.
A Late Walk
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words.
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.