The garden is making her descent. I've all but left it to itself now, weeds growing abundantly, tomato plants growing haphazardly, zucchini plants yellowed and wilted but still taking up space. It's just a matter of time and I will be in there pulling out dead sunflower plants, ripping out the pumpkin vines. But still, when I take the time to see, to really see, there is beauty in the fading.
The sweet pea vines are green, leaves open to catching raindrops and putting them on display.
Pods hang, ready to be picked. They are sweet and crunchy at this stage.
Some of the flower seeds I had planted are showing forth in vibrant color.
The contrast of this delicate pink flower with the wilted sunflower leaves captures perfectly what I wanted to convey. The garden is almost spent but still there is life.
Adding to the swift dismissal of the gardening season is the fact that I can't keep one smart chicken out of the garden. Nuggets is the only hen that knows how to jump the little garden fence and she wanders around in there munching on the collard green leaves, leaving behind evidences of her visit, such as a soft feather that dances in the slightest breeze.
The last sunflowers are not near as bright and lively as the first.
But they are still beautiful in their fading.