The sun was low in the sky as I ran out to water the Joe Pye weed I'd planted earlier this week. I noticed that the light on the garden was absolutely stunning. It shown through the trees and made the garden glow~The almost ready to burst into flower Aster tatarian looked like towering corn and the jumbled wildflowers still blooming, past blooming and ready to bloom was a loveliness I can't describe.
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.