Hosta color, Home

We're clearly in the End Times these chilly days, and I'm not just alluding to the Election, which can't be over soon enough and is so awful that we're thinking seriously about fleeing to Canada. Rather, I'm talking about the End Times for the growing season, which are well-nigh upon us. Most of the hardwood trees have shed their brighter leaves, but the more subtle colors, particularly those on the oaks and some beeches, remain aloft... and telling me, "Don't start raking yet." There's also subtle color in the understory and the garden, particularly among the once-fragrant hostas, which, like other perennials, are going gold just before the obey the dictum in the famous Robert Frost poem that "nothing gold can stay." But until the color goes for good, the soft burn in the late afternoon light is the very definition of lovely.