I remember that down at 809 there was always this one rose bush that allowed one rose to bloom late into the fall. There were a few years when the rose would still be around when the leaves had fallen from the trees and snow was in the air. Roses for us are pretty young and new here at 3830. But just this week, this lovely yellow rose bloom, right next to the garage. It's too spectacular to snip and put in the house. It's meant to be seen and enjoyed.
I have no idea what this plant is but in the fall these pods burst into fluffy stuff. The stuff doesn't fly off into the air as a similar plant does in the spring, right before the advent of the midgies. It just hangs around. I wondered to Robert if the birds that stick around through the winter come get the soft white down for their winter nest. He didn't know but I like to pretend they do.
This summer I asked Robert to grow some Indian corn and he did. They turned out incredible. I will purchase some great fall ribbon this weekend and hang them outside, everywhere.
The only thing missing in my life is Marissa/Hank and their 3 boys....in California. Oh how I miss them. Facetime is wonderful and needful but not the real thing. But it will have to do.