Tomorrow, it's supposed to snow and freeze down into the teens, so the last delicate 'Heritage' rose above is blooming in vain, no pollinators around to attract, just Mrs. ProfessorRoush to please. I'll bring it and others indoors today, a few last desperate moments in a vase to grace us before, as former Vice-President Biden called it this week, a "dark winter."
I'm thankful now, I am, for all the plants I have planted for fall accents over the years, and for the prairie itself. My back yard is as alive with color in the fall as in the spring, although the tableau goes from pinks and yellows in spring to umbers and tans in fall. Now, with any wet weather, the tall grass prairie lights up with red, grasses full of flame into winter. Big bluestem and little bluestem lift up my landscape and carry the beauty of summer into winter.
That being said, I'm going to cut this blog short today: I just noticed how small and vulnerable this trunk looks and I'm going to run out right now, into the cold damp morning, and get some fencing around it before the young bucks come around and rub the bark off. If there is one thing a Kansas gardener learns, it's preemptive fencing!