The final bloomers show their petals…and I begin to harvest tomatoes…a few each day. It has been a most beautiful summer in the garden and I have really enjoyed the time spent outdoors, watching things grow. White lilies and a final poppy showed themselves this morning.
A Late Walk
When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.
And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words
A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.
I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.
A new and lovely Frost poem for me and your garden photos are truly glorious. Today I noticed leaves falling and the first touch of changing colours on some trees – the circle turns…
Beautiful poem and pictures.
Beautiful pictures and I loved Frost’s poem, too.