In the Mess of Weeds

mini-daisies I can always find something to photograph in the mess of weeds at the side of my yard.

On first glance, most people would want to mow it over.  But it is my favourite spot in my yard to take my camera.  The lines and textures of the random plants growing there make for endless photo possibilities.

Some see weeds; I see art.

End of Summer Garden

Speaking of whimsical…

I don’t know why I love things that curl, but I get a kick out of these curly grasses that show up in my wildflower (read:  “weed”) garden in late summer.

And speaking of summer, it’s the last day of.  It is the end of the season I love.

Until next year.

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A Summer Bouquet

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This faded bouquet is a metaphor for our summer. 

It is a memory of lush gardens and the hot summer sun.  There is still some life left to our summer, but it is wilting before our very eyes.  Mornings are already cooler, days shorter.  There is a freshness to the air that reminds us that fall is just around the corner.

But it is not over yet.  There is still colour left to our days, bright sunny yellow afternoons yet to be enjoyed.  The trees and the grass remain green for a little longer.

I am holding on.

Late Bloomers

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Early this summer, I scattered some wildflowers seeds.

Pretty, low-maintenance, and simple. Or so I thought.

I waited all summer for those seeds to grow. Plenty of grass and weeds grew, but no wildflowers. My vision of a wildflower garden faded.

It is now October. So imagine my surprise when I spotted these tiny flowers peeking out from behind my screen house. I quickly gathered them up and brought them inside before the frost could kill them.

Now, they are a sweet reminder of summer in my kitchen.