Now that it is flannel shirt weather, the impatiens that drooped during hot weather have perked up. They'll look good until they get zapped by a hard frost. The older I get the more difficult it is for me to maintain long beds of flowers, so I've taken taken to scattering around large plastic pots of the shade loving flowers in my garden. An added benefit is that if frost is forecast early in the fall, I can drag the pot into the garage over night and keep the color going a little longer.
Sometimes less is more.
By Wendell Berry
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.