Autumn has definitely arrived at my terrasse.
The last blossoms of the summer are fighting for their existence in yellow, orange and red.
This spring I spread nasturtium seeds in pots and pans wherever I saw brown soil. I fear that snails and caterpillars might eat the most, but oh joy, the power of the seed won the race.
My mother would always use the last summer months first removing the blossoms, they are edible, to lure the plants producing more flowers, and later collecting seeds for next year's flower feast. I feel so close to her, going through the same procedures.
Begonias are fighting for their lives. The first night frost will mean the end of them. I will as always bring them in security, in our basement, and try keeping them alive till next spring.
I have collected small seeds from the pansies since August. They have been a true blessing. Blooming since April.
My dahlias are the greatest challenge. They either dry or rot indoors. This time I have found a garden expert allied. By following her advices I once more will give them a chance. It's to sad just to let them die. They are grandmother flowers and so deserve to live. "The spring begins in the autumn", Karel Capek said. I'm so looking forwards to the fruits of my work. Have a wonderful Ruby Tuesday.
Photo and poem © 2013 by Magical Mystical Teacher