Fall doesn't begin officially until next Monday. But it's already starting to look and feel like fall in yards and gardens.
Maple trees are sporting a few flame-red flickers.
The tomatoes are tapering off after a flurry of ripening. There are only about a dozen still hanging on my scraggly vines, and the squirrels have beaten me to most of them.
Garden fatigue is setting in. A friend told me she usually quits watering her garden by early September, having lost interest in what little is left there.
Me, I keep trying to preserve the last bits of garden goodness. My garden almost always has some late surprises up its sleeve.
Last week, the morning glory that I planted in May finally produced its first gorgeous flower. They're always slow to bloom in my garden, which has gotten too shady for morning glories. But they're worth the wait.
I still have some late peppers and squash ripening, and I'm hoping they'll be ready to pick and eat before the frost hits.
And my cannas have a couple more clumps of buds that may or may not open into one last burst of autumnal bloom.
