It’s one of the sadder sights to see – these last few blooms of the season. They will linger well into October – and if the frosts are late and benign, perhaps even November. (One year I recall roses that were blooming in the first dusting of snow.) For now, I don’t want to even think of the f-word, so these photos of summer annuals at the tail-end of their glory will be posted for posterity, and in the hope that the sunny weather sticks around for as long as possible.
Most of the annuals have given up by now, trailing into leggy, spindly form, with perhaps a less showy, but somehow richer for it, showing before the fall takes them for good.
