Japanese anemones herald the arrival of autumn in my garden. I love the way these delicate flowers dance on their long, long stems.
The maiden grass is beginning to turn. By winter it will be straw-colored. I love the swishy sound it makes when the cold winds blow.
My hunk o' burnin' love has a thing about moss--and not the good kind of thing. When he notices this patch, he'll eradicate it. But it's such a pretty green....Our patio furniture stays out all year because we often sit outside, even when there's snow on the ground.
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2 comments:
My Japanese enemy has returned as well. Mr. Yamamoto--take that!
Thanks for sharing the pix, Brenda.
Take it outside, you two. This is a nonviolent blog.
;-)
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