A History lesson in my gardens yesterday

 A History lesson in my gardens yesterday

In the middle ages, they would put hay & scented herbs on the floor as deodorizers, they called them ‘rushes’. I can’t imagine the smell of men then. Although, woman couldn’t have been too far behind. Last year, my full time working husband & his beloved uncle painted our house. Sadly, my traveling working husband has not found the time to put the screens back on the windows. It has been in the 70s for a few weeks & in the past I would open every window & let the fresh air clean out the old. Starting fresh for Rosh Hashanah or the Jewish New Year. Fall has always been a time to begin again for me. And air out the damn house. Instead of open windows, I bring in the herbs i’ve grown from my gardens. Among the flowers, mostly mums, cosmos, black-eyed susans & bee filled hydrangea (the bush gave me two more blue blossoms this fall, I always think of them as a good bye & a gift) Among my flowers I stuck in Rosemary, Mint, Lavender & a little thyme. No fresh air, but fresh flowers & herbs do help.

Rosh Hashanah Bees

Rosh Hashanah Bees

These bees look like Carpenter bees, they have come to my backyard to sit on my flowering Sedum. Each flower has its own bee. The bees seem to be camping out on their flowers rain or shine. Either that or they’ve become too fat with pollen to fly home.
Whether they make honey or not, may this year be sweeter then the last.

Stopped at a red light, I saw purple.

Stopped at a red light, I saw purple.

I in my car, on my way to a photo shoot, my camera bag beside me. I saw the purple plants with rain drops, rolled down the window…click. A great way to pass the time waiting for the red light to turn green.

How to make your garage sparkle

How to make your garage sparkle

Guess what? It is fall(ish)! & privately owned nurseries, with all their beautiful beauties, are starting to have clearance tables! These white Hydrangeas were five dollars a piece, because their blooms are fading. Plant them in the dirt & next year you will have a yard full of Hydrangeas. Or I will.