A very abbreviated availability posted late this week--it must be fall. We did sustain a killing frost, a chilly twenty-eight degrees early Friday morning. The annuals are always the hardest hit. We had some very sad zinnias and celosia. Perennials are amazing and many are still blooming away non-stop. September roses are always the most gorgeous, they thrive in the cool nights and their colors deepen with the shorter days. The fragrance intensifies and I can cut them at a later stage, when the buds really begins to swell, knowing that they will not blow open in a few hours, so the blooms are massive. I revel in them each day--just me and the bees, geese winging overhead. It is so cool.
The delphinium, scabiosa and veronica are blooming like it was mid-July. Our tractor is deep blue shade and RT has been spending a lot of quality time with her lately rotovating row after row, working the spent flowers into the soil. Often when I look out, it's as if he is painting blue stripes across the farm.