Some of the fading flowers of the Oakleaf hydrangea were pink and other looked like a rich autumn rust. So lovely and just as they are supposed to be on a late summer day.
It's too easy to forget the all right, when our eyes see only the all wrong.
When we open our eyes to the beauty that is not perfect, we can clearly see and appreciate that the golden light obscures the scars of a tough summer on the Heuchera "Mocha'.
We see arching seed heads of River Oats dancing in a gentle breeze....they remind that cool weather and rains will return.
This garden has withstood flooding rains, drought, gardener absence and benign neglect and still manages to provide food for birds, bees and other creatures....
and comfort for me.