this is about all that's left in the garden...
but it's purty.

toward the end of summer, I ignore that
daylily/goldenrod bed, and pick what's
left for the table...a Joe Pye of my very
own [!!!] with aforesaid 'rod, blue perennial lobelia,
nicotiana, queenie lace, and a stalk of
anemone robustissima that doesn't
last five moments as a cut flower. This is
when I really want to get into the flowerbed
and slash all the foliage down and have
done with it! Ever feel this way late in
August?

from Fenton House to my house.....

I came back to find four types of noxious weeds in the lily patch, but it's no more than I deserve! The potted stuff mostly survived, but the petunias keeping this birdie company went bye-bye. After what I saw in England, this isn't exactly a soft landing, but the contrast makes life all the more textured, no?

last posy

This posy of herbs plus echinops is from the Marylebone
Farmers Market, where I went in lieu of a final jaunt
way east to Columbia Street. Already wrapped up and
packed my garden clippers. Sad to leave London, but why
be greedy with one's astonishing good luck. I humbly
apologise to Riley, whoever she is, who somewhere else is leading my
true life. For surely I am leading hers.