I’m always happy to find flowers still in bloom in early autumn – besides the ubiquitous mums, of which, I a not a huge fan. The meadow rue can easily be taller than me, despite its delicate appearance. I like things that manage to be mighty and tender all at once.
As if the wealth of sun-ripened berries and full rainbow of farm-fresh veggies weren’t enough – the farmer’s market is now bursting with blooms in such exuberantly colorful & random bouquets that is almost feels like too much. Almost.
I’ve moved them three times and waited for years. Finally, this spring, the siberian iris delivered two beautiful blooms. It’s a welcome reward for not giving up on this plant. The garden is full of lessons – patience, perserverance, and HOPE among them.
Lately I’ve been thinking about how much I enjoy the juxtaposition of natural subjects and human-built elements. It’s one of those common sightings that we often take for granted but there is something interesting in the tension that exists between these elements. I guess I like to see how we can all co-exist, how it looks when we allow nature to have its way sometimes.