October inherits summer’s hand-me-downs: the last of the ironweed, its purple silken tatters turning brown, and the tiny starry white asters tumbling untidily on the ground like children rolling with laughter; stiff, drying Black-Eyed Susans whose dark eyes gleamed from July’s roadsides; coneflowers with deep yellow petals surrounding brown pincushion centers from which bumblebees still are sipping honey. The assignment of yellow is taken up now by thin-leafed wild sunflowers and artichokes.
– Rachel Peden
I love the image of October inheriting summer’s hand-me-downs. It is so befitting of the state of the gardens this time of year. Yet even in this weary, ragged state there is still so much beauty.