As I got my geraniums ready for bed this evening, covering their still beautiful leaves with a sheet, I turned the planter around and found that some of those steadfast blooms had succumbed to last night’s rather heavy frost — our first killing frost in this area. Some of the blooms that were well tucked in had survived, but those left with their toes sticking out had finally bowed their heads in defeat. They drooped and withered and lay their heads on the arm of the lawn chair for support. (How’s that for dramatic…hee!) I covered them up anyway, as the end of these blooms truly signals the end of the growing season for me. And they’re still loaded in buds. Perhaps we’ll have enough sunny days this week to get a bit more enjoyment from them.
As if to compensate for ugliness of the flowers, we were presented with a gorgeous autumn sunset. The sun first set the tops of a stand of poplars aflame, and then the sky turned a beautiful shade of lavender-pink as it dipped below the horizon. Autumn sunsets are the best of the year, in my opinion.