I did not want anyone to run over the flower.  It was one “freak” black-eyed susan that came up in September and the petals wilted for it became too cold.  Usually they bloom late summer.  I moved the garbage cans I brought out so it would not get trampled in the morning when the men came to empty the trash into their truck.  I liked looking at it.  You really do not know one hundred per cent what to expect from nature–this time one flower.

The black-eyed susan is not going to make it.  There was a “freak” blossom but it became too cold and the bloom wilted before the flower unfurled.  Black-eyed susans usually bloom in the height of summer.  I was watching this particular flower really carefully.  It is four weeks into the Fall.  Indian summer has passed.  It is just too late in in the season.  The flower tried.  I felt bad for it.

I have a “confused” black eyed susan:  It is budding.  They flowered several months ago and now all that was left was pods containing seeds but this one wanted to put out a single bloom.  I am keeping my eyes open for the flower to unfold.  It is still warm outside.

Such diversity in our world.  An example is the black-eyed Susan.  They come up every year–in different spots in our yard.  They seed themselves.  They are fighting for space with other weeds.  If you look at one bed, the flowers are at different heights and even at different angles.  I love looking at them.  The flowers last a long time–weeks in fact.  They come up a little later in the season.  Every year I await them and they never fail to please me.

One black eyed susan is blooming.  The plants are growing fast and will bloom later on in the season.  Right now there is one flower.  Whatever possessed that one to bloom is beyond me.  I will just enjoy that one.  Later on there will be countless ones for there are several beds of them.  Right now I will enjoy the single flower.  And then maybe all the others.

I looked again and saw the three sections of ferns had unfurled and were now about ten inches high.  Last year someone planted them for us.  I, also, noticed the black eyed Susans had doubled in size the week I was gone.  When they finally flower it will be the tail end of summer.  And among the black eyed Susans plants there was one small star shaped white flower that somehow made its way through that bed.  These were just a few discoveries I made this morning in my short walk around our garden.

Five light purple dahlias bloomed–the most at one time.  My other noticed the two plants months ago.  She had forgotten she even planted the bulbs.  They were beautiful flowers that found their way through a bed of black-eyed susans.  There is nothing like noting the latest surprises in your garden.  Now I am waiting to see whether the primrose will bloom again.  They really like cold weather.  We will see.

The dahlias keep putting out beautiful purple flowers.  My wife forgot she even planted those bulbs.  Actually two plants came up and now both had multiple buds.  They must like Fall.  They both came up among a bed of black-eyed susans.  Now I am curious how many buds will become flowers until the cold kills them.  I love gazing at each flower that blooms.

I am wondering whether our black-eyed susans are going to come up.  I wanted them along the wooden picket fence bordering the road.  My wife planted seeds last Fall along this border which is over one hundred feet long.  We will see.  I thought they would accent the fence nicely.

I love black-eyes susans.  They keep spreading in our yard.  My wife also helps them along.  The blooms last for many weeks.  I have been helping my wife in the garden more because she physically can’t do the same work there she used to be able.  She has a bad back and pays for everything.

Last year we had several cherry tomato plants in large pots.  I love snacking on them.  Before we know it the winter will be over and it will be spring my favorite season.  Everything comes alive again.  And spring always come after winter which I just endure.  I don’t like cold weather.  And makes anticipating spring that much sweeter.