End of Summer Moments

I sat on my garden bench and waited for the butterflies one afternoon late in September.  No monarchs this year as in previous years, but the skippers were back. Their wings were tattered and torn--so their summer was hard also.  The garden has suffered through bravely, but has not been glorious as in previous years.

I was able to gather some late summer blooms for a bouquet: 

Russian sage, asters, sedum, butterfly wings and hydrangea.

They were plentiful and I was able to supply the blooms 

for table arrangements for a reception at the clubhouse.

And then early October means planting mums.  

This year I have a new helper, my granddaughter.

She loves flowers and dirt.  

Look at her smile when she scoops up a shovel full of that glorious stuff!

Next spring should be full of wonder-ful garden moments

as my little gardener helps and learns about gardening.