for the past few weeks, i’ve been cringing every time i walk into our house. 

as beautiful as our little front garden can be at the height of summer, by fall, there is nothing growing.  i mean nothing.  and usually, to offset this, i spend a few bucks on some pumpkins and mums:  not this year.  or at least i haven’t yet.  so what i’m left with is an entire bed of dead summer flowers, and a porch with peeling paint and terra cotta pots filled with….dead summer flowers.  yikes.  bleak, indeed.  if i can work up the courage, i’ll take a picture of the whole embarrassing scene.

must make it a goal to research some fall blooming flowers friendly to our weather for next year.