The meadows are ablaze now with wreaths of Goldenrod and swaths of native sunflowers. Tiny yellow stars of rosinweed spread between Silk Grass and Rabbit Tobacco. Bluestems are starting to bloom. Three hundred miles to the north, reports are that fall color will be at its height in a couple of weeks. We see the occasional red leaf on Sassafras. Sweet Gums are still green.
Here in zone 8b, we have summer tropicals that die to their roots instead of persisting through winter as they do in Central Florida.
Porterweeds are full of blooms, enticing late butterflies, skippers and beneficials.
Root hardy Pentas and Brugmansias are in a last hurrah before frost.
I took cuttings of white Pentas and the Palest pink.
The greenhouse is filling fast with things I think to try to save for another year.
Brugs droop in the hot afternoon sun, come alive after dark.
I gave away rooted cuttings, except for one I forgot about. Sigh.
Our latest project is done except for removing forms: a wedge shaped concrete landing to replace my ill-fated brick and stone patchwork folly in front of the Mule Barn door. You've seen concrete pads; this one is strictly for utility and will best accommodate mowing with minimal trimming.
It took four 80-pound bags of concrete mix. I used up leftover cement in various molds for stepping stones and (possible) succulent planters improvised at the last moment.
I started keeping a more or less daily journal in a little file where I note what was done or not, with the date. I've come to wonder if anybody except for the few of you who comment reads or cares, so I'm planning to convert Dottyplants Greenhouse Journal for daily prattle to myself and close it to public view.