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.