Fall is a chaotic time in my garden. In addition to leaves falling from trees and plants continuing to grow and sag with the weight of rain and the tumult of wind, the gardener only gets to play outside for a few hours on the weekend. Some would call it messy, I prefer to think of it as the garden growing old gracefully.
For some reason, the wind keeps this part of the path relatively leaf free.
Perhaps because they all blow on this part of the path.
The berries of Mahonia gracilipes are looking lovely.
Hail pelted the garden a week or so ago and tattered broad leaves.
Blossoms too.
I considered going kaleless this winter but then grabbed a couple.
The maples are coloring up nicely.
Meanwhile, out in the parking strips...
Poncirus trifoliata
There's still a lot of green to enjoy until Jack Frost comes a knocking.
