There is a special feeling about Fall, for me. If you grew up in the southwest, you know it doesn’t happen all that often. Too much dry weather means the leaves fall early, turning all brown and withered during the heat of summer. That happened this year.
Some few years, we have wet enough summers that in the fall the leaves have a chance to turn bright colors, and then fall, usually after a frost. We had that happen two years ago, and that was really nice.
When I was in the east, we had regular colorful falls, and I even had the chance to visit Skyline Drive at the height of fall color a few times. There’s nothing like the high elevations in the Blue Ridge with bright cool sunshine glinting off the bright colors – and off the bumper of the car in front of you winding through the Drive. A few times, we camped out along the Blue Ridge, and that is the way to see those fall colors. Hiking along by streams, over the rocks, makes a complete fall for me.
For awhile, in Massachusetts, I really indulged in fall colors, and will never forget the great cool days with leaves red-gold all around, there. It’s a treasure that the fall sets in just when school starts up, and turning on the heat coincides with studying hard.
What are your favorite fall memories? Have you been hiking among the mountains when the tree leaves were all brightly colored?
Of course, Hallowe’en, then Thanksgiving, call up memories that go along with bright colored leaves. New England cuisine is another close association. I’m putting together pumpkin pie makings to take with me, to visit Avedon Carol in London later this month. She can’t get it there much at all, and really loves it.
What food do you associate with the fall? I think about the turkey and dressing, with cranberry sauce, we all have sometimes, and think the Pilgrims would have been totally gleeful if they could have managed all that at once. But I suspect it wasn’t nearly that fancy, and there was probably venison and fish as well. Do you think of things the original settlers would have had at the first Thanksgiving, that might not have been what we put on the table now?
We’re finally having decent temperatures now, after a merciless summer that broke all records for heat. I cannot remember ever being so glad for the fall.





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Good morning, I hope you’re all having a cool, nice fall day.
Good morning Ruth and everyone. My whole life has been in the midwest, where fall colors are gorgeous. I love fall, except for the fact that it means winter isn’t far behind, and winter in South Bend, Indiana is pretty awful. Nothing is turning yet except a few low growing Sumacs, but by early October we’ll begin to see some color.
I just bought a huge mum plant in a hanging basket that forms a big ball. The flowers are just buds now, and it probably will be a couple of weeks until it blooms, but then it will be a gorgeous red ball of color hanging from my lamp post.
And I can start making soup again!
Sounds great. Here, it’s been so dry that lots of trees just gave up early. Hopefully, they aren’t altogether dead, for the most part.
Mums are beautiful.
I loved and miss gentle warm front September rains in MN that, after the late summer hots gave everything a final bright green flourish before the fall turning. Hoping, hoping for some of that down here in TX soon
We may be one of the few places that really would like a hurricane to come our way.
Yes, I think it but I don’t say that here on Galveston Island. I wasn’t here for Ike, three years ago now. I hear many stories of loss of home, neighbors, jobs etc.
G’mornin’ Ruth!
I have been lucky to live in New Hampshire, in upstate NY, West Virginia and now live in Kansas – all of them have gorgeous fall colors. It’s probably why I’ve settled in these places when it comes right down to it. Lots of fond memories in the fall, the warm bright days, the cool crisp nights, the smell of crinkled passing leaves, the sound of them underfoot.
People begin wearing the fall clothes and bundle up in layers but the change in the weather seems to bring a quicker step, a lively, even bouncy alacrity to people’s outlook. Yes, they are readying for winter, like squirrels and critters in the brush, always busy running here and there. But once again they jump and scurry, eyes bright, sharp and farther seeing somehow after the long hot sleep-inducing summer.
I love it! and
thank you for this moment, providing an excuse for me to sit and look at this change all around us :)
Morning Ruth,
The signs of autumn are everywhere already. The garden weeds which start flowering and setting seed before they get 4 inches tall. I chased the resident flock of wild turkeys out of the raspberry patch, 4 hens and 30 half-grown poults. (sp) They break the canes just pulling at bugs and tramping through everything.
There is a marked difference in the visitor population to our area visiting for the fall colors. No children (school is in session) but as we fondly and respectfully refer to them, “the newlyweds and nearly dead,” are here en mass. Following autos going 30 mph in a 55 mph zone is usual and due care must be taken.
We were allowed to burn leaves in the gutter back when, unless a neighbors clothes were on the line. Miss that smell. As a kid you could talk with the old guys tending the fires with their rakes. They are not out there with time to visit any more. Now I’m an old guy and don’t get to do that. Have to bundle them up for the recycyle.
Just went out in the nippy morning air to water, and seeing morning sun through the hickory leaves is a lift. The summer was so bad, it makes us that much happier to see it gone.
Good morning all.
Given all the rain, I’m not sure how the colors will work out. Many ash trees, which don’t have good color (light yellow quickly turning brown) have lost their leaves already. Some maples starting to turn.
For those who would like to watch river level by my house it’s here. I went down yesterday afternoon & it’s still over the bank by me, but just within the bank on my neighbor’s. It is dropping quickly but the ground is still too soaked to even cut the grass.
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Nothing like school starting up. I remember it always turned cool that week in MD, where mine were in elementary thru HS, a rare eventuality.
While autumn can be beautiful and I certainly enjoy my electrical bill going down, I’m not a fan. Because autumn means winter is coming and I just can’t abide the cold. After this summer though, I may be singing a different tune.
Good morning!
Good morning Ruth and pups! I’m looking fwd to seeing Ambition again; she left last spring and haven’t seen her since …
karen
What used to be grass is hay, here. Nothing to cut.
I have a hickory tree off the corner of my deck, and the squirrels get up there starting in late August and fling nuts onto the deck and in the yard. Sometimes is as startling as a rifle shot to hear them hit the deck. I assume the ones in the yard are “squirreled” away for winter.
The cold is easier than heat, for me. You notice TX set all records for swelter? No, thanks.
Yeah, wish I could give you at least half the water we have here.
Only one project that I wanted to do outside got done this year. It was too wet in the spring to do much, then one week of heat, then some absolutely gorgeous weather, then rain rain rain rain rain.
My bee girlzzzz are doing OK, but won’t be any honey for humans this year. August is the month they produce excess over what they need for the winter, and I think rainfall in August this year was over the record bigtime.
Ambition is a goose??
Yeah, I live here and I’m not that brain damaged yet but I did say that maybe this year will be different.
I’ve been harvesting the last of my garden, the 500 square ft of buckwheat cover crop is three feet high and the local bees are out of there, (thousands in the last two weeks) as the flowers are about half set in immature seed. I’ll mow it and till it in now. I was worried about doing that when the bees were there. Funny how observation often reveals easy answers.
I have been picking the ripe wild plums from a grove behind the house for a little over a week. Tomorrow we will spread sheets and give the trees a little shake and then leave the rest for the critters.
Good morning all. It’s been weird weather here for the last week or so. Temps dropped from the mid 90′s to the high 70′s with lots of clouds.
Thanks for leaving the flowers for your bees.
I usually bushhog my fields in early October, long after the last flowers and field nesting birds are gone. The ground may be too wet to get the tractor on it this year. If I can do any bushhogging, I’ll have to be very careful to keep away from particularly boggy spots.
I’ve had “buckwheat honey,” (thusly labeled) before and I know which neighbor has those bees. I’ve phoned to try to trade for a bit of it.
We went from 98º to high 60s in two days. I even turned the furnace on briefly a couple of mornings to get the house up to 68º then turned it off. Hasn’t been out of the low 70s at all this week.
The only small taste I’ve had of buckwheat honey was a lttle too strong for me. How would you use it?
Here, the heat dome that sat on top of us all summer went to the west, and we saw temps go from over 100F into the 80′s. Such a relief.
Good Morning Ruth and others In Chairs
I love autumn. I especially love the light this time of year. I love the smells. There’s something crisp and clean. Maybe it’s because summer is usually so dang miserable here.
I remember the smells of the school as we all returned together to learn and flirt and yak. The schools here use star jasmine as a ground cover, and in the fall, they are blooming like mad.
Interesting (to me) observation: we have quite a few pups in Texas, don’t we?
Now I’m off to the Farmer’s Market. I want to get some of the last of the sweet corn and homegrown tomatoes, and maybe some apples. Honeycrisp are my favorites but they usually come in a bit later.
Have a great weekend, y’all!
Everyone should see Vermont in the fall at least once.
Just googled star jasmine, I think that smells really nice too, doesn’t it?
Yeah, it’s been weird to go from blasting the AC all day to not needing it at all so fast. Normally, we have another month or so before it cools off noticeably.
I’m off. Be well.
That’s the smell I associate with autumn.
I suppose I could have given you a link, but I’m still waking up. Sorry.
Isn’t it nice to not have to listen to that constant whooshing sound? I didn’t turn the air on until the later afternoon yesterday. It’s nice and cool this am. Bye bye to this blasted heat.
This one it’s going to be soggy, I’m afraid.
I don’t imagine I had enough buckwheat planted to exclusively flavor the neighbor’s honey, this was the first time I tried it as a ground cover crop for green manure, but my favorite use of honey was as a sweetener in corn or nut breads, pancakes or drizzled lightly with real butter on oven-fresh bread. Hey, why is everyone headed for their kitchens?
Go well, those now getting off.
The silence after turning off the AC, yes, a wonderful space you’d forgotten was there.
Good morning pupses. I love your post this morning, Ruth. It is finally cool enough this morning to need a warm robe and cup of hot coffee in order to enjoy the terrace, so it feels like fall is making its welcome appearance in Tennessee as well.
What a group of gifted writers you are. It has been so nice to experience the autumns past of such a diverse group.
Some of my favorite autumns were spent in Ontario, where the sky would be so blue over the big lake that it was almost painful. The maples simply blazed, and people suddenly seemed to put on weight before your eyes as they donned their soft, nubby woolen hand-knitted sweaters.
Canadian Thanksgiving is coming up soon, October 10 this year. We would gather with friends and neighbors for dinner, and two of my favorite dishes were French Canadian tourtiere (a rich and spicy meat pie) and my neighbor Mary’s wine-red rhubarb pie for dessert.
It’s about time to start some baking. I’d better make some space in the freezer!
Demi,
I would have bet that was you even if the names were not on the comments. Haha.
Lovely, to put on clothes to get warm, after so long just barely being able to bear having them on at all. And being able to cook at all, indoors.
nonqui, how do you preserve your plums?
And you are good to leave some for the little ones.
It’s been fun to add my little signature welcome each day.
But, no one can come close to Box Turtles incredible parentheticals.
Ha indeed.
I’ll miss the heat, like I do every year. The cold weather just brings me pain and a larger amount of epsom salts used.
hi demi,
BT has been on a roll the past day or two! It is so much fun to read him. Or her?
Just so we don’t get called PullUps. Not to that stage yet.
Good morning Ruth and all.
Back in the 80′s I lived north of Dallas for one fall and winter. After the leaves fell the mistletoe balls were revealed. I had never before seen mistletoe balls hanging in trees. Do you have those in your area? I found them fascinating.
Just don’t surprise me or get me laughing hysterically….. :)
Amen to that, sister. Long gone are the days when I could run around the house in the tinyest of bikinis.
Somewhere betwixt and between Bikini Dogs and Pull Up Pups.
We have them here, but then, I am north of Dallas. I pick some for Xmas decoration just about every year.
We do! I hadn’t thought about that, but my FIL used to take a 22, I think, and shoot them out of the trees for us at Christmas. He was an amazing marksman and could shoot at the stem suspending the clump and bring it down undamaged with one shot.
Not that or sneezing.
Isn’t that what muscle shirts were for?
Pitted and frozen, I don’t have the experience or desire to mess with canning or making jams. I have a wonderful hand-cranked antique cherry pitter that makes short work of the process. I’ve researched the patents and have thought of marketing copies of this gadget. Each turn of the handle pushes a pit out and on the upstroke lifts the individual fruit where it hits a small metal arm that dislodges the fruit from the plunger and allows it to roll off into a bowl as the next piece of fruit rolls into place to repeat the action.
Someone I spoke with actually suggested getting them copied in China, real cheap.
I take it some ladies haven’t been doing their Kegel exercises.
(Only on PUAC!)
Ha!
Cheap copies from China, there’s your entrepreneurship! Sad.
Impressive, and efficient!
If you get us started laughing, you’re responsible for any damages.
That’s how I spend my blogging time….4,3,2,1………
What happens at PUAC, stays at PUAC!
Mea Culpa.
Snort!
I agree with you that we have some good writers here. Do you think it’s because we have so many who love to read?
That would be so great. Now, why not employ some of us here at the Lake. I’d be willing to work cheap in exchange for working at home. Guess we couldn’t manufacture those things like a cottage industry, though…
Oh, I do! That is key. Helps that we are all more than a little bit quirky, however :)
Not Jane Austen!!
Anyone else seeing things about pumpkin shortages?
Do you remember the Girl’s line in the Fantasticks?
“Please God, please! Don’t make me be normal!”
Good Morning, It’s definitely a bit cooler here in central TX. One of the funniest memories for me, from days before AC in the schools, is that we still wore our fall school clothes for the first few days…fall cottons, they were, and much too warm for the warm school days…but they were the school clothes that had been in all the stores. Fashions soon turner back to something more suited to very warm fall days.
My other distinctive memories, not good, are of several years in Kansas City…started getting truly cold in Oct and not good, warm again til maybe later,after Easter. I understand that those folks are tough; go out in anything. I am a warm weather kid, and those long winters, very short days were not good for me. This year I have learned that it can definitely get tooo hot for me….
were not for me.
!!!
This spring before we had to put our dearly loved and missed Tigris to sleep, I couldn’t get canned pumpking for love nor money.
I was told that there had been a fire in one of the huge warehouses and that supplies had been unavailable.
Finally had to put out an SOS through friends to find a can that someone had on a shelf.
My husband’s handle is ybnormal. I met him at online dating service. It was the first draw for me.
Anything but normal. Please.
Good morning, and yep, this should be enough warm for even the most avid fan.
That is so cool. And romantic.
Too dry to grow anything in much of farm country, too wet in the rest, as I understand it.
Hey RevBev! That is such a neat memory. And all those fall cotton clothes had to be IRONED! yuck.
G’Mornin’, Bev
I have those memories too. I’d get to pick out three new dresses, and they usually had long sleeves. In the mornings, when it was foggy, they were fine, but that bus drive home in the afternoon was pretty miserable.
‘A keeper’, seems like.
I was outside early, I am now re-caffeinated, breakfasted and need to get on to a few other activities. As Karen @14 above hinted at, a new sense of quiet urgency quickens the step a bit.
Peace and happiness to all.
(Edit) This stop is in the reoccurring appointments tab on my Outlook calendar. Thanks Ruth.
and to you, nonqui
Oh, right….funny and full little skirts….O my. thought ironing was one of the things I did not much mind…don’t know why. Even ironed for some friends so they could go outside….Thankfully I almost never iron now, only very occasionally.
We didn’t meet until we were each 50 and had been divorced for a year. He’s a very laid back guy and enjoys my quirkiness. Being older and wiser, I hope, we give each other a lot of space to be ourselves. No nagging in this household. Ahhhhh. Now, that’s better.
Big Hugs, nonquixote-friend!
And maybe had to drag a sweater along…;)
One of my favorite subjects…good for y’all. Warren Buffet says who you marry is “the”, I think, most important decisions one makes…so much flows from it.
I particularly loved ‘sweater sets’, in HS, with a short sleeved one under a cardigan. Of course, when I went off to college with a bunch of them, they were totally out of place.
There is a lot to say about, er, maturing. Truly. What you say about space is critical. That used to be a big issue here, but not so much anymore.
I can be by myself for days. Even with someone else in the room. I have very definite changes in mood and my husband has suffered for it over the years. I do my best, and he has learned to give me space. Sometimes a lot of it.
Where did you go? You may have said.
Now, that does sound like a good ‘tude.
But reminds me. Did you hear Bernanke’s little joke last week?
“If two people agree about everything, one of them is superfluous.”
Far, far north, to Wellesley. A lovely place, totally New England.
Gee, that seems pretty grim! Mostly we have a great time. I still love being able to elicit one of those deep, unexpected, from way down deep LOLs from him. :)
Were you already from Collin County then? Big change, huh?
This “pumpkin raft” Youtube clip is about 100 miles north of NYC after the hurricane. I’m thinkin’ that’s gonna’ affect availability of pumpkins a wee tad bit. I doubt it was the only casualty. The corn fields in the area were also destroyed.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YS5oWQU6H78
Huge change, though I went to HS in VA. There it was all about First Families, so I’d already had to cope some with different strokes.
Thanks. Hard to see some one’s hard work washing away like that.
Just thought about school carnivals! They seemed always to be in the fall. Remember the Fish Pond?
Phoenix Woman has a post, above.
Or burning….we had fires in 3 directions down here. Many homes were lost. I can hardly imagine really starting over….
We had a cake walk. One year I won four cakes.
This has been great, Ruth. I may check in upstairs then need to go. I think we are still planning a short hike.
Thanks so much for a great morning.
Sounds obsessive to me! :)
Ah, The Oracle of Omaha.
My late ex-MIL use to say Wouldn’t this be a boring world if we were all the same. I got along with her better than I did her son.
We have some morons lighting fires at the edges of town, it’s pretty hard to imagine finding that fun. Here, I could smell burning in the p.m. and on the news saw it was a fire just about half a mile from me.
Did you see the piece about Dana Priest on yesterday? I almost had to quit reading (enough said)
Thanks, to you and all the Chairs (thanks to demi). So glad you dropped by.
How daring!!!;) Sounds a bit crazy, doesn’t it?
What’s a cake walk?
I remember the fish pond, but ???
Wasn’t around much, but I tend to avoid WaPo these days.
Thanks to you….nice way to start the morning. Next is the newspaper.
Scary, too. But having raised a boy-child, it’s a wonder any of them survive to grow up.
A big piece about the security state post 9/11…sickening.
The way it was done here, a circle of squares are drawn on the floor, each big enough for a person to stand in, and people walk from one on to the next, to music. The music stops, and you are on a square, that has a number. A number is drawn out of a hat or bowl or whatever. Then the number is matched to whoever is on that numbered square, for the cake next on the table. The ‘cake walk’ used to get pretty groovy if folks started making fancy moves going around the circle, and it was a convention to be really fancy in some circles. We weren’t really very sensational, in my school.
I have a t-shirt that says “Compost Happens”. It was meant to encourage people to let their grass clippings just decompose back into the lawn, but I find it’s more universal truth helpful to remember.
See you around. Please pet the Angela and give her a little treat from me.
Oh, well, they can read what I’m up to here, so I know what ‘security’ has on me.
You mean people had fun before ipods and video games? Ah, the simplicity of it.
Nice. Of course, being at the end of a long drive, I get the entire neighborhood’s leaves, so I should sell it back to them all.
OK…you be mending too. Angela must like the cooler weather; seems like she is sleeping more. Or, maybe Im just home more. Thanks
I hope you have a nice hike, and remember, don’t step on any critters.
Amazingly, we even played games that were about characters we had read books about, and stuff. Bor – ing.
I am on the mend. Will do a few quieter chores today, but will keep up the doctor’s orders.
And, going in the backyard and acting out scenes from movies we had seen. Neat and probably had an affect on who we are now.
What a peaceful morning; it is very quiet here. Y’all have a good day,
as we say.
You’re among friends, here, which is supposed to help.
That’s all good…obey the Doc.
With capes! even.
Ruth, I’m less than one mile away from Skyline Drive right now in Front Royal. My better half and I purchased a house near the mountains and we brought our new kitten out here with us for the weekend (he’s just found a resting place on my shoulders!)
Shenandoah National Park is a great place to be in the fall. I took three long autumn hikes there last year to Bluff, Doubletop, and Fork Mountains. At the lower elevations, the leaves are still beautiful even until Veterans’ Day. I rented the Jones Mountain Cabin in the park that used to belong to Harvey Nichols, who was a locally famous moonshiner. Back in the 1930s, the Government bought the land that became SNP, and burned down the houses of the former residents so they couldn’t come back. I’m not sure if they forgot to burn Nichols’ cabin down, or if someone just didn’t have the heart to do it.
When I was a kid, my high school in Buffalo went on camping trips to Allegheny State Park in the fall. So many fond memories of the hikes, the fall colors, the parties.
My older sister always wanted to be Scar. OHara or Elizabeth Taylor. I don’t think kids see stars like that anymore…I could be wrong, but it seems very different.
I believe in vibes, for sure. I even prayed. I prayed to have the patience to stay “down”. Not my favorite activity. I usually have to Move It, Move It.
And, refrigerator box rockets and castles.
That’s why I went out of town for a few days. To get away from the security state in DC for the 9/11 weekend.
That’s wonderful. A very best climb is Old Rag, outside the park, too. From the MD suburbs, we often drove through Fort Royal to the park entrance there.
Makes me weep. I was in DC just before 9/11. The friend I visited said immediately that we really would not have been able to do many of the things we had done….And we have continued to change so much. I surely understand your trip.
Mine was taming wild animals, and I was the animal. Usually a horse. But no, it’s not so enchanting to imagine being today’s stars, I would expect. No diamonds atall!
There is that.
I compulsively compost and have for over 20 years, so I practically hoard the leaves so I can easily compost my kitchen scraps through the winter. I never have so much that I want to get rid of any of it. The plants love it.
I still love Hains Point, and the Natonal Galleries/butterfly park.
Thanks…and I love the Marine memorial in Arlington….nice memories…
My compost just drifts right in. Good thing I like to garden.
My son lives near there, we often walk in that area when I visit. Have you been on Teddy Roosevelt Island? It’s quite nice, too.
Now, little girls want to dress like Britney Spears or whoever those pop stars are. Sad. They’re growing up too fast.
I dont think so; sounds nice. We did go to the FDR memorial; it was pretty new at the time.
Cannot imagine – I liked ruffles and gauze, but of course those were much too fancy for my family’s tastes.
TR has a monument and fountains and wildlife refuge, in the Potomac, just east of Key Bridge. On the VA side.
Sorry Ive missed it….
And seems like so many of those kid idols fall apart. The parents
don’t protect them, I guess.
Thanks for visiting. I’ll drop in later just to see if I left anyone dangling.
Thank you for a nice visit ;)
How many little girls our age didn’t put a half slip on her head as a wedding veil?
Take good care of yourself and thanks, as always, for being a Fabulous Hostess.
Favorite memory–my wife and I doing a 5 day hike on the Appalachian Trail in East Tennessee/Smokey Mountains in October about 20 years ago.
I lived in New Orleans for 30 years and living on the Gulf Coast you just lusted for fall to come–it usually would happen with a little rain shower around Sept. 20th and a little wind. Then temps would drop to the upper 70′s for highs with low humidities, and you knew summer was over.
Funny thing is, whatever trees down there would change color would happen around December 1st, and in a warm winter the azaleas would start blooming right about a month later.
So fall and spring would sometimes seem to almost merge.
Hey, I was in NO about 25 years….not a native. We will
have to compare notes sometime….I have been back twice
since Katrina, I think.
I always think of this Buffy St. Marie song when I see your name.
Ah, lazy gardening where it just happens, is just the best! IMHO I can keep dreaming that’ll happen, I guess. A few years ago when I could see that the economy was not going well I went around the area to see what was growing on it’s own in the wilds of the suburbs. I found gooseberries and blackberries next to a large new law office. There were Jerusalem artichokes everywhere and lots of supposedly edible greens like Poke and sheep’s sorrel. But, given all the lawn chemicals, I just let them all be.
Volunteers are the best. We have a little flowering plant that decided to grown right in the walkway on the side of the house. I kept saying to my son that I thought I should transplant it. Sonny completely disagreed. When we went back and forth about it, he quoted…”Some seeds fall on rocks, some seeds are eaten by birds and some seeds fall on fertile soil. Then some idiot yanks it out.” He won the argument.
And, no he’s not religious, but as I sometimes quote Shakespeare or some some scripture to an event, he got me good. He’s got a nearly perfect memory, so he can quote darn near anything he’s ever heard.
He certainly gives me a run for my money, that boy.
That’s fun…and so smart, huh?
Your son sounds wonderful! I have become rather fond of being challenged with literary references from my sons, 21 year old twins. Many of their references come from The Dresden Files by Jim Butcher, a local author.
They don’t share my love for gardening, but they will help… if I don’t ask them to pull any “weeds”. That’s my personal meditative practice anyway.
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My reply button isn’t working for some reason. My previous entry was directed to you, Demi.
Im out for awhile….we have a beautiful day here in Central TX…really nice now, but going to 96, they say. Later, folks….
Thanks Ruth and all. Later.
We can have crepe myrtle, and even roses, in bloom up into December, some years. The colorful leaves are rare events, but only a few last any time at all.
My wild flower is lantana, very much more subtle than the cultivated flower, but lovely for being native. Periwinkles are another treat.
Nice mind. And both of you are lucky.