Every twig, every branch, every blade of grass Every surface that one can see Has been adorned as though from high above As though diamonds are now given for free.

Poem by Wisconsin poet Christine Kysely



Hard freeze last night.  Sad to see the flowers die  back for the season.  I won't complain.  Some people have 5" of snow and other people have waist  high mud flowing through their homes and burying their cars.

I went out before the freeze and gathered armloads of blooms and shoved them into vases.  A couple more days of summer indoors.

This is a shot of the last day of the 2015 garden,

Good old iris Immortality looked fantastic this fall.

I still have lots of garden pictures that weren't published.  I think I'll just continue to show them through the fall.  Nice to revisit the garden in the cold months.