Thursday, September 13, 2012
After a false start in July, autumn seems back on track.
This clematis seeded itself. I have no idea where the parent lives. Perhaps somewhere in the neighbourhood, or perhaps the seedlings arrived with the New Dawn, when it was a big pink tee pee full of flowers, fresh from Martin Viette nursery, on Long Island.
The fall anemones are ready to bloom again, too - the ones that did not succumb to the fungus that attacked one plant. And the hardy begonias have fattened up and are opening daily. I was worried that by September there would be nothing left, but so far it has been a lovely month - cool, and blue, with the attendant garden flowers.
(I looked to see if I had ever written post about the rose when it arrived, but I started this blog the following year. I did find this one, written a few days after I started writing this blog. It is a bit spooky in its prescience. I had not met Vince, yet, but would, a few months later. I think I met him because I was happy. With myself. For once.)