We enjoyed a lovely walk today in the splendid fall weather. As Monsignor said this morning, the cool, crisp autumn air is invigorating - even for a ninety-five-year-old. (!) It is interesting to walk through our neighborhood and admire the lushly landscaped yards interspersed with wild, overgrown empty lots. A bright splash of red caught my eye amidst the palette of browns in one of these barren parcels. Someone had prematurely dumped out all of their summer potted annuals and masses of flowers were resting peacefully in a tangled, colorful jumble, unaware of their rejection.
The girls started picking them up by their well-knit root balls, Look at this one! Look at that one! They are full of flowers!
Soon we were up to our old tricks. It amused me how the girls ran for the wheelbarrow with glee. They didn't question my intentions or marvel at my proposition. They delighted in hauling home all of the cast-offs, sticking them in pots and giving them a much needed dousing.
My deck has been transformed by the masses of adopted blooms. Here are a few:
It makes me think of a scene out of The Gardener.
I've always wanted to learn how to overwinter geraniums. I should get plenty of practice!