"A garden really lives only insofar as it is an expression of faith, the embodiment of a hope and a song of praise."
~ Russell Page
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"We only part to meet again."
~ John Gay
Oakleaf hydrangea
(Hydrangea quercifolia)
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Autumn's fine colors
(Hydrangea - Heuchera)
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Golden days
(Hosta)
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Fine autumn faces ~ whose friends have gone to bed
(Toad lily, Pansy, Coneflower, Heuchera, Autumn daisy, Hydrangea)
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"To cultivate a garden is to walk with God"
~ Christian Nestell Bovee
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Comments
Lovely collages.
So far Autumn over here has been kind. Mild, only one or two light frosts and importantly no gales.
Eileen
I am sure, however, that we share the same thrill of Spring!
Hi Kala and thank you. The color is still grand!
Thankful most hydrangeas are still looking great, Rob, and why I so love them! You were lucky to not experience our past windy weather front that raised havoc through a huge part of the country.
Yes, Eileen, and now many of these have been put to bed. I was in the midst of huge garden clean-up before taking these pics with still much to do, hopefully this weekend since we're staying home.
Not so different, dearest Edith. That's exactly what I do too ... no mercy ... off with their heads! Yes, I do so love spring, my favorite season.
How true, Rose. Gardeners are indeed eternal optimists. Frankly though, I'll be thrilled when finished putting the garden to bed.
Thank you, Jennifer. As were your golden hosta!
Hi dear Nutty and thank you. The window frames an oakleaf hydrangea, the view from my library. I love it and it just keeps getting better!
Thank you, Whimsical. It's the first time I used a textured background, liking the fading effect of fall. Happy you noticed :)
So marvelous throughout each season, the oakleaf hydrangea might be my all-time favorite plant, Clare.
Welcome, Bonnie. I hear you, and so enjoy the golden rivers of hosta in the garden.
The good thing is that we had opportunity to make some beautiful photos of them all this year and we'll be able to enjoy them again as the snow flies.
How kind. Thank you, Meredehuit. One never knows ... beauty is in the eye of the beholder :)
Joy
I'm sorry, Joy. In or out of the garden, it's a bittersweet time. Rest up for spring :)