Just as the vine maple and the birch in the garden are turning orange, yellow, and red, some of the plants are merrily bursting into bloom as if spring were right around the corner. I can't say I blame them--the weather last week was stunning, with blue skies and temperatures above 70F. But it's as if the trees are serious sages who are tapped into the wisdom of the ages, while the shrubs and perennials are ridiculous grasshoppers from a fable who won't stockpile food and insist on playing the fiddle instead.
|Mexican orange blossoms.|
|Rose--I've lost the tag, but it's some sturdy wild|
shrub-rose variety, with lovely salmon and yellow tones.
|Busy bee on goldenrod, a flower that IS supposed to |
bloom in late summer/early fall. Poor goldenrod, always blamed
for hay fever, but not responsible for it at all; the bee
pollinating it is proof positive of its innocence.
|Fly on fall-blooming aster. It isn't actually supposed|
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