Just when the potted plantings come into their own, sumptuously overflowing from their confines, obscuring their containers with foliage and flowers, it seems it’s time for the season to wind down. Summer is always elusive that way – it hints, it whispers, it arrives, and too swiftly it is gone. It’s why we cherish it so.
These blooms were captured in Boston or Albany – I genuinely forget which now – part of some potted display that was still bursting forth with color and fresh foliage. Helpful hint – unlike the garden, where I stopped fertilizing in mid-August, planted containers should be watered and fertilized up until the hard frost takes them out for the season. Let them go out with a bang and a flourish.
Like summer.
