As our August draws to a close, I was moved this afternoon to go out into the garden to embrace and expand upon some of the nostalgia I’m feeling as summer is preparing to give way to the inexorable approach of autumn. It’s not that I’m not looking forward to fall—I freely admit that I am, but a part of me always laments the passing of another summer.
CD bought a few Coleus plants earlier this year, and they have flourished in the partial sun on the edge of the patio behind the house. Their leaves have developed into a most saturated orange-burgundy mix with highlights of green, and it has become one of our favorites in the garden.
Also, as summer has begun to wind down, I have been following the gradual fading of our Echinacea with a mixture of fondness and regret. They are so glorious when in their prime, and they give up that glory so reluctantly. One of the fading ones grows immediately adjacent to the Coleus, and I’ve been planning a photo of the two of them for a number of days, and today was the day when I acted.
And, behold, right there on one of the young formations that caught my attention, was a harvestman (order Opilones), resting and taking it all in, and holding on quite well in the face of the persistent, gusty breezes.
I have seen far fewer harvestmen this year than in the past several, so I was delighted. It took me the better part of an hour to get several sharp images, but patience has its rewards. And so I wish you all a lovely September!