Late November, still blooming

At the end of November, tulip and daffodil bulbs are in the ground, the hibiscus and the passion flower went indoors and the squirrels have collected ample stashes (I unearthed lots of peanuts when I planted my tulips).

However, we did not yet get any frost and there are still flowers to be found. Here are some pictures:


Lavender dream rose; a spider plant, usually a weed, now a welcome bit of color; one of the many yellow native Asteracae; a salvia.


The common mallow (Malva sylvestris); feverfew (Tanacetum parthenium); Alyssum, and a dahlia flower.


Rhoma’s peach drift is putting on a late fall show; the coral bark maple tree shows golden leaves; this anemone looks almost like arranged in a wintery bouquet.

This week, we also got some much needed rain, while the temperatures were in the upper 50s. I checked on the garden and found the roses to look pretty in the rain.


Roses in the rain

There is a poem by Herrmann Hesse, beautifully set to song by Richard Strauss, that came to my mind. It was written for Fall in Germany, where during Hesse’s time, September must have looked like October or early November in 2016 New York. Here is an English translation:


The garden mourns,
Cool rain sinks into the flowers.
The summer shivers
quietly awaiting his end.
Golden leaves drop one by one,
from the tall acacia tree.
Summer smiles surprised and faint
at the dying garden dream.
For a long while he pauses
beside the roses, yearning for rest.
Slowly he closes
his large weary eyes.
Der Garten trauert,
kühl sinkt in die Blumen der Regen.
Der Sommer schauert
still seinem Ende entgegen.

Golden tropft Blatt um Blatt
nieder vom hohen Akazienbaum.
Sommer lächelt erstaunt und matt
in den sterbenden Gartentraum.

Lange noch bei den Rosen
bleibt er stehen, sehnt sich nach Ruh.
Langsam tut er die großen
müdgewordnen Augen zu.