Joe Pye's blossoms were truly spent, so Sue thought to cut down the plant in preparation for winter. I was ready to proceed but then thought it very early, and most of the leaves were looking good. If the leaves are still nourishing the plant, I would be hesitant to cut the whole thing down.
We compromised, and I decided to just deadhead ole Joe's faded blooms but leave the rest intact for now. As Sue looked down, I was close to being lost in the weeds, which pretty well describes my usual state of being in a more metaphorical sense. Many people do say Joe Pye Weed although I never think of our wonderful specimen in those terms.
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| Joe is beside me to my left, closest to you, although it looks like I might be pruning the lilac bush directly in front of me in the photo. I had likely just been turning to discard Joe's flowers. |
Last evening I went for a stroll after supper. I was dismayed to find that it was already dark by 8:00pm (or should I say by 20 o'clock for the rest of the world?). It had been warm during the day, so I was only wearing shorts and tees, but it was chilly out by evening. The ominous feeling of autumn was in the air. It was not the delightful feeling of a fine fall day, but the impression that coldness and winter were looming.
I did not find the darkness breeziness and chilliness to be at all uplifting, but it was good to stroll, for physiotherapy has helped to reduce the pain in my leg. It's not yet eradicated, but I didn't feel like I was dragging my leg painfully along behind me as has so often been the case in the past year.
Even on my little walks, my head is lost in the metaphorical weeds. I think that if I were to walk all day long, I would see little of my surroundings, for I would be lost in the inner swirling of my introvertish mind. When I walk with Sue, she occasionally brings me out of my reverie by commenting on this and that. She notices much, but I notice little.
You two are funny! Don't lose track of each other on your mind-airing walks. Linda in Kansas
ReplyDeleteAs long as you don't get so into your own thoughts as to get lost! I've known to get confused on my own street.
ReplyDeleteSometimes while driving around town, I momentarily wonder where I am and where I’m going.
DeleteI can relate to the shortening days. I actually prefer it, but that's just me.
ReplyDeleteLike DJan, I also like the shortened days. It's a good thing you usually have Sue with you, otherwise we don't know where you may end up!
ReplyDeletei too ponder when I wander.
ReplyDeleteI'm not liking the shorter days and don't look forward to the end of DST when it will be starting to be dark by 5 pm.
ReplyDeleteIt is dark here at 7:30 for sure. Sigh!
ReplyDeleteYes, our days are definitely shorter...this being the equinox today! Many more hours of daylight to get eaten up by the dark are coming! I used to walk with several people who would notice things I had just passed right by, then we'd stop and discuss them. But it can be carried to an extreme. Don't go through an exhibit at a gallery or museum with my middle son, he must read the description of each display. So there are some of us with other things on our minds, and some who notice all the ephemera around us!
ReplyDeleteDefinitely getting dark earlier than it was. I'm far north too and it seems like we lose the light fast. You are almost hidden back there! I mowed and then gave in and watered the plants that I was going to give up on. It's getting into the 40s at night though so they're not long for this world. That's wonderful that you are walking with less pain!
ReplyDeleteThey both look like very healthy bushes. Like you I get lost in my own thoughts easily.
ReplyDeleteYou are right about cutting plants back. Cut them back when activity has stopped in the plant.
ReplyDeleteSomeone could have taken a photo of me doing very much the same thing as you -- and with as big a leafy pile. Well done-- it's hard work!
ReplyDeleteIt's happening here too. Dusk at seven pm.
ReplyDeleteWalks are good for you, well done. Joe does about an hour, but doesn't go too fast!
ReplyDeleteGood work in the garden. I've been working on mine. Nearly done!
Getting lost in thought is a relaxing occupation, so long as the thoughts are happy ones.
ReplyDeleteMy walking, when I could take walks, is the exact opposite of yours, AC. I walk to stop thinking and just notice things...every little thing around me. I find it so relaxing. Cannot wait to be able to get out and poke around again.
ReplyDeleteGlad to hear that the knee is workable. Good stuff. As for the 'dark at supper' ..... ah well. The other name for the small blue roadside asters is 'Farewell Summer's.
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