The asters have won my heart for the sheer exuberant volume of blossoms they produce, for being hearty and beautiful in a kind of workaday way, for blooming so late in the season when the garden is a mess and I’ve lost my gumption for it until next spring. We might all pursue our vocations with such earnest cheer.
There are a few plants that flourish in our north country winters that would appear to have NO BUSINESS living here. The yucca is one.
Somehow, growing this plant in my garden makes me feel like there’s something a little exotic going on right in my own front yard. I’m happy to host this denizen of the desert and other southern climes and truly impressed with its survival skills.
I love to study what remains – the architecture – the form & frame of the skeleton when the luscious flesh of leaves and blush of petals is removed. It is a stark, and altogether different kind of beauty.
(*native: possibly the first in a new series of native plant portraits. )