This is, I fear, our last day of Indian summer. I was happy to have a break today to go outside and survey my garden. How sad I am to see it end for another season. Quietness is coming soon. But that is a good thing. But for now, the squirrels are busy raiding the birdfeeders and planting sunflowers seeds that just may sprout next year. The robins are still here. They led me to their secret stash in the back of the yard near the fence...rascals. Would you believe that American Cranberry bush is a volunteer? The white pine that died this year is slowly losing its bark. Soon it will break and maybe a bird or two will make a cavity for nesting. Change, always change. A garden is never the same twice. It took me a VERY long time to accept that fact. Endless years I spent trying to recreate the fabulous garden from the previous year. But a garden is a push and shove kind of thing. Only the strong or aggressive survive. It helps to be planted in the right place, for sure. Sort of like life. That took me a long time to learn that too. Grow Susan grow..right where you are.
Oh, and that large bone.....I found it this year at White Water Canyon in Iowa....someone has chewed a bit on it. I often wonder what the landscaping guys think when they see it. hehhehe
Sorry I stepped in the picture..especially wearing those ugly loafers!