By Barbara Falconer Newhall
I took these photos of my favorite up-north garden last October. It’s a genuine four-season garden in the upper Midwest, complete with winter snow, spring promise, and unsurpassed summer glory. It’s also got autumn, with all the grim stuff that happens as winter sets in — death, rot, shrivel and retreat.
But during a late afternoon visit last October there were still some signs of stubborn life — opulent red berries and a succulent with in-your-face magenta blossoms.
A Dying Garden and a Healing Ankle
I’m just now getting around to posting these autumn in the garden photos because the project fell by the wayside last November when Jon broke his [Read more…]