I’m walking past these guys in mid-October and thinking, “Look, I don’t mean to be rude, you’re lovely and all, but—what are you still doing here?”
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| The alpine aster is also known as a September glory because that’s the month you generally see the most of ‘em. This little guy must have been left to stand guard while his brothers and sisters went to sleep. He wasn’t the only one, either. There are still a few outliers to be found if you look. |
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| Hollyhocks are among the toughest botanical beauties you’ll ever meet, given how they can grow tall and study from a seam in a sidewalk while blooming to shame the angels. Here, along US 160 on the west side of town, we behold the toughest of them all. They’re normally long gone by the end of September, but don’t tell this one. I’ve got a feeling it will punch you. |
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| This one’s having a hard time letting go. It’s okay; I don’t take change very well, either. |
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| There are tractor-trailer loads of crabapples still in the trees. I can only imagine what the sidewalks will look like next spring. We can all only hope there’s enough precipitation to help wash all the mess away. |
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