The False Indigo Baptisia australis and the Catmint Nepeta racemosa 'Walker's Low' and the Hydrangea macrophylla 'Endless Summer' and the last of the Irises (unknown kind from garden club members' gardens) bring blue to the garden.
The lilac blooms are brown, the tulips and daffodils just wilting foliage almost matching the mulch in color. The violas and pansies are surviving in the shady areas, but leggy in stem and faded in petal where it is sunny. The bleeding hearts have disappeared. The azaleas look bedraggled with the spent blooms smashed by the rain and then dried like papier mache on the leaves and branches. Even the heuchera blooms swaying in the breeze look like they belong in a dried flower arrangement. But most missed in the garden are the baby robins.
The nest is empty. No blue shells or wide-open mouths trimmed in yellow gold. I hope they made it as fledglings. I'm concerned that a predator found them. Not a snake, but maybe one of those chipmunks I often see in the beds (and today in the garage), could make its way up the columns and under the deck trusses. The kind of moments in the garden that are not as pleasant to think about...
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