Even though it's horribly hot today (84 F up here, 107 down in the valley where my sister lives) this will be the last rose for this growing season. In a couple of weeks the temperatures will drop drastically...I hope. They've always done so in the past, but the weather is so abnormal this year, who knows? I always take extra time to inhale the delicious scent of the last rose, fixing it firmly in memory. Then, in the depths of winter, all I have to do is close my eyes, inhale deeply and I'm back in the warmth of my summer garden.
My Double-Ruffled Impatiens won't last much longer either. They can't take temperatures much below 45 F.
They've always reminded me of little miniature rose blossoms. Unfortunately, they have no fragrance. They do well in pots and hanging baskets, so I have them all over. I've been after my husband for years to build a greenhouse for me so I can over-winter my Impatiens and Fuchsias, but alas...
I'm always amazed when I go down to visit my sister. She has Fuchsias growing in the ground that are four to five feet high!!! It's like visiting another country when I drive from these mountains down into the flat lands.