I always feel melancholic at the beginning of autumn, a holdover, perhaps of going back to school, which I never enjoyed. November is the gloomiest month for me. I am learning to be wary of gloom as I am of fear.
One woman posted a warning on my Facebook page that Amazon cardboard has chemicals and might be dangerous to my flowers. Social media is as much a warning culture as it is for hostility, and I do not live a life of warnings. I get them every single day, no matter what I am doing.
She may be correct, but I deleted her message; I wouldn’t say I liked it. I’ve never heard of a flower or garden being slaughtered by some Amazon cardboard.
Right below hers was another message from a blog reader named Rex Hartley saying he, too, gave thanks to his flowers and places at the end of summer, “every single one.” I appreciated Rex’s message; I’m not into gloomy warnings these days; we have enough troubles.
Flowers do a lot for us; we can at least thank them when they go.
I thanked the leaves out front yesterday and liked this photo of the sun rising right behind them. Like Rex, I thank them all.
I just found out that my dahlia’s are not annuals, but bulbs that can be repotted in the spring ? love happy news like this!
Yes, we take ours and put them in the basement, they always come back. Maria stores them by colors.. Good luck..
I too will be putting up my dahlias this week. We’ve had 2 nights in a row below freezing and the last of the marigolds have faded in the frost. So time to shake a few seeds into the beds for next year and haul the dead plants out to the field for the birds and other animals to enjoy.