Well, all good things must come to an end – and so too, my wildflower garden for 2011. Last week Ed pulled all the dead and dying foliage out and re-set the ground in preparation for cooler temperatures. There was little left of color. What was left was hidden by the browning stalks and shriveled blossoms.
Except for this lone pink . . .
Standing tall and proud over all the autumn carnage, Ed just didn’t have the heart to uproot it. It’s going on two weeks, now, standing alone in all it’s pink glory – when everything around it is either gone the way of the compost heap, or been replaced by golds and oranges.
And, then, by the lamppost – the last of my pink roses. One large and lush . . .
And, one just a bud, with promise for yet another blossom ‘ere the frost looming on the horizon.
But, unlike the last of the pinks in my 2011 garden – here in Blogworld, with our good Lady Beverly setting the Mr. Linky table – there will ever and always be pinks no matter the season!
Blessings to all – in all the colors of the rainbow – but, of course – especially PINK!
Sharing the Last of my Wildflower Garden Pinks with Beverly on Pink Saturday at How Sweet the Sound!