My only excuse is the fall colors have not quite arrived in this part of the world. Oh, there are falling leaves all right, but there no really vibrant colors yet. It’s sweater weather and feels like autumn. It even looks a bit like it. Maybe if we add our own color, we can hurry the process along.
Bill and I are craving the look and feel of a fall season that isn’t really here yet. From grocery store to grocery store and all over the garden and home improvement centers there are vibrant displays of chrysanthemums in a myriad of colors. And we simply cannot resist.
I love this one because it looks like the daisies of summer. Why am I craving summer flowers when the air is suddenly suggestive of cozy winter evenings near the wood stove? Is it because we always want what we can’t have? We even wound up with a bunch of bright yellow mums. Are we lamenting the loss of summer? I didn’t think so.
We have some impatiens left but the nights are getting colder and threatening frost. I thought last night would do them in, but they remain stoic in the protected front garden with the house walls behind to warm them.
And of course we had to have a pumpkin too and found a beauty for $3.98. “Artfully” placed we hope that Peter Pumpkin will add more color to what should eventually be nature’s normally brilliant display.
I think the autumn season is lovely all by itself and needs no further human adornment. Still, it’s fun to try to stage the show with just a bit of our own invention, especially when the changing leaves are changing too slowly to suit us.