Cool, golden nights of waning summer

Outside, of course. Yesterday.

JUST TODAY and tomorrow remain of summer.

Autumn starts Saturday.

Typically for this date, we have lots of flowers and good smells, which attracts hummingbirds. They occasionally get so excited they bump into windows. I’ve never seen one dead or stunned on the ground so they must possess hard heads.

Here again are shots of our golden datura, the one that sits just outside the bedroom window. When the window is open, which it is when it’s not too cold, the datura aroma enters the bedroom. This is a sweet way to sleep.

In three or four months, the first overnight freeze will deliver a withering blow to this bush, and I’ll cut it back to a nub of a trunk. But not to worry! It’ll rejuvenate itself next Spring. The cycle of life.

It’s good to live this way.

From inside the bedroom. Also yesterday.

17 thoughts on “Cool, golden nights of waning summer

  1. I have been thinking of planting a vine with an aromatic flower when I tire of the scentless cup of golds in the patio. Datura may be a good choice.

    If we had a freeze here to knock back the vines, that would be an ideal time for me to intervene in nature’s growth pattern. Alas, I have never seen a temperature here move south of 60. (Well, maybe into the high 50s. But that is in the winter when I am usually traveling to other climes.) If I want the change, I will have to deal the blow myself. Of course, completely killing off a plant may be the ideal job for one of my young Mexicans friends. A machete could make short work of the vines.


    1. Señor Cotton: Datura is a mixed blessing. When it’s beautiful, it’s beautiful. But after a couple of days, the flowers droop, turn brown and fall on the ground en masse. Then you gotta pick them all up. I’m always on the fence about datura, and I have two. They also come in a pink version. I planted a pink one some years ago, and a few days later I said to myself: Are you insane? So I uprooted it and tossed it into the trash. I wish one of the two I have were pink, but no.

      One wonders why you pick the comfortable season in your parts to leave. Common sense would dictate the contrary. That’s how I see it.

      I can imagine your annual thought processes: Oh, it’s starting to get bearable here. I gotta hit the road!


      1. It is usually just happenstance. The people I travel with have a propensity to travel in the winter and spring. In November, we will be heading through the Panama Canal and then we will be off to northern Australia and Singapore in April (I think). The weather here is not a factor. The arrival of northern tourists in the winter is. But that is not why I leave.


  2. Yours sure looks a lot better than mine! Mine bloomed like crazy, and I had to support it with a bamboo pole. Not doing anything now for about a month. Time to whack it down if it doesn’t do anything soon. So nice that you have the aroma wafting through your bedroom.


      1. Mine is pink. I had the yellow ones at my other house and they grew and bloomed very differently than the pink. Don’t know why they act different and grow different. Mine don’t even have close to the smell that the yellows do.


  3. You should consider growing some tomatoes. I meant to leave a comment to this effect a post or two back, but something happened and it didn’t go. If I had some permanent Mexican dirt, that’s what I’d do since I’m in agreement with you about the horrors of what’s sold as tomatoes in the markets SOB.


    Kim G
    Redding, Ca
    Where we should have planted tomatoes and peppers, but didn’t figure we’d be here so long.


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