Our garden has just about gone to bed, but not before burning up the landscape in the afternoon sunlight. Here you see the once-magnificent stands of the cup plant, shriveled and dried to a dull brown. The fountain grass is still putting on its show – a show that will run throughout the rest of the winter, with feathery seedbeds that have risen ten feet in the air – texture and architecture dominating what will be the winter garden.
The bright yellow foliage of the Rosa rugosa continues to go strong as well, lighting up the lower tier, and there are still quite a few fruits left on the dogwood, despite the insistent and daily visitation of a relentless band of squirrels. I’m not quite ready to say goodbye, but it’s time.
