Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and fall a mosaic of them all.
– Stanley Horowitz, American poet

Another late blog post, but better late than never. Some of the flowers that bloomed in the fall were holdouts from summer – the hardy alstroemeria, a few brave dahlias, and even a few of the peachy gladiolas. The rudbeckias were a little anemic this year, as were the yarrow. But nonetheless, they persisted. I have been trying very hard to curate carefully, but then I can’t bear to leave many photos out, even if they are the same flowers over and over again. I guess you could say I’m just being positive and optimistic and as light as summer and say this is really just a happy, contagious propensity toward color and beauty and nature. And how can we edit that?

Today, David and I went to Annie’s Annuals because it’s time to plant sweet peas and aguilegia, or columbine, two of my new favorite flowers that bloomed in the garden this year. I’m looking forward to seeing the patio explode in color and to be able to see it from our family room window. Something to look forward to, yes, but for now, a remembrance of autumn, and how quickly it passed.