Rudbeckia keeps putting on its summer-long show – one of the few garden plants that will run for most of the summer, and continue throwing out flowers until the first hard frost ends it for good. There was a time when I’d grow tired of this show, pining for the short blooming periods of poppies or iris, but in my older age I appreciate the consistency and reliability of such strong color for such a long time.
These particular blooms are from a wild patch of space behind my therapist’s office. I arrived early yesterday morning and caught these images, fresh with dew still dangling from dawn.
Summer’s end approaches, and summer finds ways to hang onto herself.
Knowing that it’s time for the garden to begin its slumber does not make it easier to bear, no matter how many years we’ve done this.
