When mornings dawn warm and humid, one wonders about the seasons changing. There is talk of cooler nights and frosts, but it isnt happening in this burg yet. However, the evidence appears despite the warmth. Fallen leaves in the bird bath. Colors changing over the Monet pond.
Bright fallen leaves competing with the last dahlias for attention.
Lost Nicotiana Stonecrop appears where birds or wind planted last year and must hurry to go to seed to insure next years appearance.
Some say Autumn is their favorite time of year, but there is unquestionably a melancholy feel about the rainy grey days of Autumn. Yesterday could have been such a day but a tea and lecture with the Greenwich Daffodil Society kept spirits high. A high tea! Tea sandwiches, popovers, pastries and cookies and a beautifully brewed cup of tea preceded a slide talk all about daffodils. I am sorry I dont have photos because this was held in a private home of the President of the group. Set high on a rocky outcropping, this home is the essence of classic old Greenwich with the beautifully scaled rooms filled with art and fine furniture and a feeling of a well lived life. But I digress.. The daffodils were the point of this and a salve for what could have been a free fall into the gloom of the gardening year disappearing.
NOW is the time to plan for these early harbingers of Spring.
After the lecture by Ray Rogers (author of several wonderful books) I will be hunting down Accent, Stratosphere, Crackington, Gull, Magic Lantern. Any suggestions, dear readers, of great daffodil suppliers to help in my search?
Now that I have found an antidote to the gloom of rainy Autumn days, I will go pick the last rose of summer! Come on, you lazy Cavaliers, off we go to dig some trenches for the daffodils!