I don’t know about you all but I am ready for something happy and light, something gay and carefree, something pretty and innocent.But (there always has to be a but, doesn’t there?) that is just not the vibe that is coming across from these photos or the garden itself right now.The tattered edge of the Great Spangled Fritillary’s hind wing suggests an ill wind is blowing. Fall by definition is a verb injurious.Every photo has a bit of the macabre.Ah, the egg case on the most magnificent deep orangey red zinnia in the garden’s entirety has produced a cacophony of tiny flailings legs attached to little seed bodies. Is it possible that they are raising little fists in unison to some type of Scandinavian metal music?More of the same in the Emerald arborvitae hedge it appears. Those witchey green striped leggings are very fashion forward, Madame Arachnid. Lots of patterns are being shown in tights and hosiery from the big houses this season. My compliments to your designer.An innocuous view of the path that winds by the black garden with the arbor in sight and the woodsy planting of Chamaecyparis pisifera ‘Boulevard’ on the right seems slightly out of kilter. The overgrown rosemary, the tall pines, the reddish hue of the turning sourwood in the foreground, the landscape fabric covered path with weeds growing right through the fibers and even the blue adirondack chair with matching blue garden tub are bewitched by the season. There is nothing for us to do but follow along and see where nature will lead.