I do not have the greatest of September gardens. My urban space is more calibrated to midsummer, the time of Garden Walk, lilies, and many flowering perennials. I also love my garden in spring, when it’s taken over by tulips and other bulbs. But by this point in the season, I’ve grown weary of watering, staking, and deadheading and beginning to appreciate the break that winter provides.
That’s not to say that this time of year doesn’t provide its own lush beauty. Colocasia have grown and multiplied to provide immense sculptural canopies. Coleus are equally explosive, dwarfing their unseen pots. While some flowering annuals have given up the ghost, this is definitely salvia’s time. And, of course, a number of midsummer perennials are still providing blooms.
Do I regret not planting Knock Outs instead of roses like this David Austin that is currently featuring one, gorgeous, fragrant bloom? I do not. I’ll take my one rose over ten KOs covered in boringness. The DAs will produce, sparingly, throughout October, and I’ll enjoy them despite, or even because of, the minimal output.
And what about this delicate spire of solidago cassia? I have some showier varieties yet to come but this is the daintiest solidago I’ve yet seen and I’m glad I planted it. An unknowing visitor would barely notice it; it’s one of those you have to (annoyingly) point out.
This is also the time I appreciate the boehmeria, which is now producing its weird, pipe-cleaner-like flowers and, always, my hydrangea paniculata varieties, which own late summer around here.
It’s a time that allows one to focus, to look with a certain degree of awe at just this, this one amazing thing.
Fewer and even more appreciated: late season wonders originally appeared on Garden Rant on September 4, 2018.