A Season of Stark Beauty
Garden Reports and Rejoicing – November 6
We had a very hard frost last night. At dawn I watched the swamp maple leaves falling like rain through the rays of the rising sun. Everything that was left in the annual and perennial beds sparkled. I stood transfixed by how beautiful it was, and then ran for my camera.
Photographs can’t completely capture the stark beauty of fall and winter, of course. For me, however, they help to tune my eyes to the incredible splendor of a fading or dormant garden. “Look at that!” the camera calls.
Our clocks fell back last night, so today sunset was at 4:30 and the sky was dark an hour later. We have moved into the season of short days and dormant gardens. We have come inside.