I went out on the balcony this morning with my big boy, Toby, hoping to get some photos of the chickadees that are patiently waiting for the feeder to be put up again. And what a glorious day it is! Days like this — warm, windless, sunny, the air full of the fragrance of a somewhere newly mown lawn — are indeed, a September gift. As you might guess, Toby’s presence squashed any chance of bird photos.
I did note that some of the roses on the (apparently) ever-blooming rose bush had been killed by frost. I’m glad I have covered my geraniums the past few nights as they are still blooming profusely and look as healthy now as they did in mid-July.
I took a few shots of some deadheads — if you click to enlarge, you may be able to see the wonderful architecture of these salmon colored blooms. So delicate, and yet so hardy.
And, of course, a photo of things yet to come. Hopefully, these lovely buds get to open before the frost finally claims them.
“Flowers… are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues
all the utilities of the world.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson