Monday after it rained, there were mists hanging in the distance, looking very much like fall is on the way.
Tuesday when we ate in town, out the restaurant window I could see loropetalum across the street. They had the purple haze of autumn, having been pruned. I let mine grow as big as they can unless they crowd their neighbors the way the ones with the pink roses do, or as these by the crape myrtle along the driveway are prone to do, hanging over the driveway. I love the little fringes of bloom that appear late in August for a second round of blooms, not nearly so lush as the spring show, but pretty among the purple foliage.
When the temperature cools a bit, a new flush of roses delights. Here, Belinda's Dream, a cross between ‘Tiffany’ and ‘Jersey Beauty’. Don't I wish I'd planted the Salvia farinacea in the orange rose bed here, too?