I always know when the seasons change by looking at my garden. Fall is ushered in by the arrival of the Queen.
She is the fall clemantis (clemantis paniculata) commonly known as Sweet Autumn. The sweet comes not only from the appearance, but from the unbelievable fragrance she exudes. I can inhale her sweet perfume the moment I step outside.
Most of the garden is beginning to fade now. It's as if the Queen's arrival will not be outdone by another. Though she does have her attendants. The rose is still there to escort her in.
And I must say, they escort her in fine style. They give their all in these final days before the frost comes leaving them a memory to be savored all winter long.
The morning glory will admire the Queen from a distance, stretching to get a better glimpse of her. Knowing that her arrival will beckon their departure. I will certainly miss the garden, this year being one of the best performances to date. It will be a mere 65 degrees here today. The porch is calling me to come with a quilt, Bible and coffee to start my day. Blessings to all...