I haven't been doing any gardening this week, just letting summer wind down. I spent an hour or so this morning, enjoying the beauty of a new day. Some prefer their gardens in the evening, as the last sun rays gently wash over their surroundings. I'm enchanted by day's first light, peeking through the oak canopy, then dancing around the gardens. Light and shadows shifting, the first blush of morning, is when I most enjoy the garden.
The shade gardens have remained beautiful, throughout the summer, with little effort on my part.
I've divided hostas and gingers this year, also rooted cuttings, to fill the beds as full as possible. More plants, less weeds.
Morning doesn't last nearly long enough.
Blue Ginger...pretty , even as a bud. Waiting for the flower.
Out front, with the sun still streaming in, horizontally.
Morning is short-lived, swiftly becoming day. It was altogether lovely.