A few days ago the garden had a light freeze, but the garden color remains. I cannot remember not having a killing garden frost by this time in October. We are loving it.
As I snapped some of what will be the last pictures of the summer of 2011, this bed reminded me of rumpled, unmade bed. The blankets crumpled up and tossed this way and that.
The Pristine Rose is showing off.
More beds getting ready to be covered with snow.
This little guy is gathering his winter food
This Amur Maple is the heart of the garden. Here let me show it to you the way I see it.
See the heart. Ted says that sometimes I am a half-a-bubble-out-of-level.