the last flower

Sunday, October 28, 2012

As I walked around my withering garden late yesterday, I was reminded of this sweet, but haunting poem from Robert Frost.

A Late Walk

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you. 
Robert Frost
I knew that it was time to say good bye to the summer 
garden. So today I will bundle up and work outside, pulling up 
the flowers, covering the chairs, and cleaning and storing the 
pots. Then I will come inside to sit by the fire and dream of 
next spring.

Linking to:

Sunny Simple Sunday



  1. Cleaning up the garden is always a little melancholy, but I enjoy the crisp fall days. I've been cutting back hostas as they yellow, but still have more to do. Spring will come before we know it!

  2. Beautiful trees!! Actually Glorious with the sunny shining on them!
    Did not know this one by Frost!! Hope you'll be scripting, Whose Wood these are, I think I know in a few months!!

  3. Gorgeous pic and the poem is nice also.

  4. For a moment I attributed your words to Robert Frost. That was lovely, Laura. Stay warm and enjoy.

  5. Beautiful photo!!! And thank you for sharing the photo. Hunkering in for winter. I will also be waiting for Spring.

  6. have been cleaning the yard quite a bit this week. Thought that there werejust a few hardy mums dried hydrangeas to bring inside until I went around the corner and found several lovely roses that were reblooming! A last hurrah before the freeze.

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