More of marvelous Melva's end of summer garden, part 2 of 2

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        Here in northeastern Kentucky, we're having a wet, wet weekend, and, at last, the look of autumn. I'm honored and delighted to have the rest of my friend's garden photos (and her descriptions) to share with you! (I hope you have already seen last week's post..)

 Pokeweed, which I let grow because I love pokeweed's tender growth:

red cardinal vine, an annual which is worth seeding each year:

 

 red zinnia, another annual which is worth seeding every year:

butterfly weed with love-lies-bleeding in the background, upper right of the photo....every annual is worth seeding every year:

white marigolds, actually rather pale yellow, my first:

purple okra, for color and for savoring flavor:

green tomatoes, which have lost most of their leaves and so won't last much longer:

cosmos pink:

last of the leeks, a favorite for cooking:

potted sage, (bottom -- potted sage, /pineapple sage --mid-pot  / purple sage next to the pot, on the right); handy for tea!

LAST FIG RIPENING ON THE TREE -- which will have to be wrapped and kept over the winter in the garage once the leaves all drop.

             (note from me, Ann: How many of us would wish to spend the winter warmly wrapped and safely stashed in the garage?!?!?!   At times, this is a tempting thought....)

 

            Again, so many thanks, Melva, and congrats for your lifetime of learning from your love of working in gardens.  I do hope I didn't mislabel anything that's crucial!  

            Dear viewers, enjoy today's "seedy" post....

         

marvelous Melva's garden medley, in honor of summer's end, part 1 of 2

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        My poet friend Melva sent me a single photo from her garden this week, and I then asked her if she could send some closer-ups...Actually I kind of begged her. I've been to her backyard, so I know her love of making a garden.

    She said that in checking around for these photos, she found more than she thought she would. Another gift from a garden. She grew up on a Kentucky farm, but mainly she gives meaning to the word "grounded". As she says, "the garden is for beauty and nourishment." And, with her, it's for sharing as well, and, in my view, making magic.

 Here's the single photo she sent me at first, of her end of summer garden in her back yard:

Then next is the first half of the 30+ photos, with the brief descriptions Melva provides!

White seashell cosmos, for the novelty:

pink to red yarrow, just for the beauty:

red and yellow Swiss chard, which continues to grow into late fall:

oregano, near the back door, for handy use:

 

last of the onions, with the last turnip behind:

 

green oxheart tomatoes, which may have to be brought in to redden:

lemon balm, for tea:

English thyme, also near the back door. This is one of four varieties I grow:

first, carrot leaves,

 

and then a carrot top:

 

picking the last big pepper  (only small ones remain):   

red zinnias, red/purple Swiss chard, and [yummy] carrots to the left:

purple basil planted between the tomato vines to flavor the tomatoes -- and also for eating:

Japanese eggplant, which grows potted on the back porch because it is the only way I can grow eggplant, keeping it as safe as possible from the attacking insects:

orange marigolds, to avoid garden pests:

Melva, thanks so very much. I believe the marigolds are considered essential workers, like we all rely on, especially during these difficult days. Please let me know if I misspoke about any of the actors in these sweet moments you caught this week. Bravo! I plan to show the rest next week, including your fig and fig tree.

Note: Yesterday I received the absentee ballot I requested in the mail. Now I will vote and then return it soon, signed in two places.  GO TEAM!

Miss Elaine E-us

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       My plan for today was to feature photos that I want to share but which have never had a place in any of my "themes."  It turns out I am not fully ready to show those yet. So, instead, here are some of the unconnected photos I also want to post.  They may be strange bedfellows, as the expression goes, but so be it for today. (It's possible that all the current impeachment upheaval, sadly, is having repercussions in my own day to day life, just from trying to make sense of so much that is terribly hard to reckon with.)

So, some quiet moments, for now, with additions for this post during the week to come: 

sometimes known as Quaker Ladies

This moss was in bloom, for a day or two, and one year I happened to see it!

In London, at the British Museum, some books we might never GET AROUND to reading....

my Norwegian friend Reidunn with the Elgin Marbles in the British Museum

standing room only....

This past week, George Ella's beloved editor, Richard Jackson, whom she worked with since early in her publishing career, died in Baltimore, MD. He took a chance on me for the photos for George Ella's Counting on the Woods, and I am one of many who loved working with him. He will always be a treasure.

summer

our old barn in winter (not made as a black and white photo)

nine for now, more to come, laugh with a friend today, and have hope

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Monday's Add-ons:

Friday's Add-ons:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY this week to this garden maven!

California, #2, more walking around

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           I'm home again, where it's not yet fully spring, and these California blooms help with the waiting for flowers in Kentucky. I didn't take my heavier camera with me on this trip, so I did the best I could with what I had.
           I have 24 photos to share left -- too many for one post -- so I'll be having a third California post next Sunday.

 IN LIZ's TINY FRONT YARD:

mint to be....

a good year for lemons

also a good year for limes

plum blossoms

THE RED WOOD TREE:

extra close neighbor, long timer

seen through the sky window in the guest room

seen from the front yard

INSIDE THE ENTRANCE OF THE HOUSE, a genuine warm welcome -- from dolls that belonged to Liz's mother:

          I'll be forever grateful for the six day visit Liz and I had together. We've been friends for 55 years! I will post the remaining photos next week. (True confession: I traveled light, but I am still not fully unpacked.... )