Mother Nature is messing with Connecticut gardens
I know, it's hard not to panic when reading:
I know, it's hard not to panic when reading:
I love filling my living spaces with vases of fresh-cut daffodils. They cheer up the darkest mood and warm the chilliest room. But I learned that cut daffodils (narcissus is their botanical name) don't play well with other cut flowers in the same vase.
First frost has yet to visit my zone 6a gardens in south-central Connecticut but it's right around the corner. Usually by Halloween frost has browned now weary-looking tender plants. A few plants continue to bloom – ageratum, mums, a smattering of lavender and a few morning glories – and look best outside. The better looking blossoms came indoors for close-up enjoyment. The last bouquet from my gardens is one of my most treasured, representing a season of gardening toil, a season of memories, a season of bloomin' beauty.
If I had to choose one annual flower for a Best Of award this year gomphrena would be the hands down winner. Everyone who has entered my rear garden since June, when gomphrena (Gomphrena globosa) began blooming, until now, in October when it is in its glory, has commented on gomphrena's striking, fresh charm.
I think my gardens really get me. They seem to know how much their flowers brighten each day. The plants in my charge continue to bloom, continue to fight to survive the latest munching deer attack or the most recent undermining vole abuse. For the most part, except for one hydrangea and one buddleia, they stood strong when Irene blew her damaging winds this way. Now, with summer winding down to its final hours, my gardens have given me a birthday gift … my favorite flower in full-bloom at the end of summer.