But I can't find the files on my computer. Maybe they are still just on the camera? Who knows?
Because I can't find the pictures, I am sparing you, lovely readers, from having to scroll down through countless images that to you might all look the same but to me are part of a vast collection of pictures of some of the last blooms of the season in my garden.
Sniff. How can the growing season be over so soon?
But wait, we've not yet had a frost or the hint of a frost, so this season is not exactly over. Sure, it is practically over, but until we get that first frost, it isn't really over, is it?
Really. Should it be over because the calendar says October? Or should it be over because by now we should have had a frost?
It's a chicken and egg type of question, which we could debate for hours on end, waxing philosophical about gardening, but let's not.
Let's just party 'til frost.
Enjoy the last blooms. Take hundreds of pictures of them. Even if the pictures all look the same.
And don't forget the bees. I sometimes stand for what seems like hours (and is probably just five minutes) in front of the asters and watch the bees go from bloom to bloom and admire the occasional butterfly who wanders by.
It is way better than television, at least better the commercials.
Do I know how to have fun? Sure I do. Fun with asters. And other late blooming flowers.
Party 'til frost. A new motto for the garden.
Then when we finally have frost on the "punkin"- any other James Whitcomb Riley fans reading this - I'll begin to clean up the garden and prepare it for winter.
But until then, party 'til frost, my friends, and always...
Garden with no regrets (another great motto for the garden).