I know I’m not alone in lamenting the shorter days and loss of summer’s floral bouquet.
Did the landscape architects have me in mind when they planted late bloomers in Central Park’s Shakespeare Garden? After meandering around the Park observing early fall leaf colors, I was catapulted from a world of rust into a small garden of bright purples, reds, and yellows. That’s just what gardens are for: to change a person’s mood and mind.
The attempts to link posies with Shakespeare’s prose seem to have vanished beneath the hoe, but what remains is a splendid garden in every season.
Here’s what it looked like in late September. The flowers above really took me by surprise: Did you know there was a fall crocus?