Yesterday, I came across a paragraph in “Winterthur in Bloom” by Harold Bruce that seems appropriate for early September. The book was written in 1968 with forward by Henry Francis du Pont. I especially enjoy studying the photographs to see what the Winterthur Garden looked like 40 years ago.
On page 167, the chapter on Autumn begins with this paragraph: “There is a day in August when autumn truly begins. In the morning there is a slight chill, and the sun that day will be high and pale and distant. It is not much more than a hint of things to come, so subtle that it passes almost unmarked by our consciousness.
Soon the heat returns and summer moves on, but nothing is quite the same. We notice quite suddenly that whole limbs of the black gum have red leaves, that the dogwoods and shadbushes in the woods have a bronzed, burnished look. Telephone wires sag with great flocks of tree swallows. Blackbirds no longer travel in pairs but in polyglot bands of several species. Corn in the fields is full ear and yellowing, and an occasional leaf on the sassafras is crimson. Winter is on its way.”
Hosta “Royal Standard” is in bloom in Enchanted Woods!