The colors are streaming into the kitchen window like a box of spilled temperas. Let’s open the front door and get a better look as the sun turns on the morning in the Fairegarden, shall we? Don’t forget your jacket and some waterproof shoes, wet feet can be such a distraction and the garden deserves our full attention right now. Borrowed views from the neighbor’s trees adds to the textural tapestry planted over the years in our little piece of the Earth.
It is a clear and sunny day, the better to see you, my dear garden. From the far eastern edge of the property, down by the street and under the stand of tall Loblolly pine trees, the range of hues has us humming.
Dark and light, pale and intense, illuminated by the sun and in the shadows, it is the differences that stand out. Squint to see the red berries on the foster hollies along the delineation of the yards. Appreciation for the mature maple trees of our older neighborhood never waivers. The crossvine on the arbor is engulfing the birdhouse. Maybe the birds feel safer with the curtain, or perhaps it needs to be trimmed. Hmmmmm…
Walking along the pathway of the Ferngully corner towards the Azalea walk, it is the mix that makes the scene so pretty. Look at the raised box with the dahlias still hanging in, tears of joy well up at the sight.
Let’s zoom down for a landing and some refreshments before gazing upon the steep slope behind the main house, okay? Looking out from the lower deck, just outside the addition and the lazyboy/laptop site of blog post creating, Athena’s Corner holds the Stipa/Japanese maple/sunpower hosta triumvirate which supports the Daylily Hill. In the distance is the Azalea Walk backed by the row of too tall gold mops with the witch hazel Diane glorifying the view.
Rested and refreshed, let us go travel around the side of the main house to cast our eyes upon the full hillside, studded with dogwoods that shine like precious rubies. These native trees are truly precious, holding their lusher than ever leaves longer this year. I believe it was the eighteen inches of rain from the tropical storm Irene that drowned out the drought in late summer. Never before have these trees appeared so healthy and happy in fall. Hooray! The pink muhly grass looks pretty good, as well.
Thank you for joining me in the roundabout tour of a southeast Tennessee hillbilly garden. We add our views to those of my friend Dave at Growing The Home Garden to celebrate the foliage of fall in his Fall Color Project.