Summer Gone to Pot

To everything there is a season; a time to plant, and a time to uproot. Eccl. 3:2

The weather today defied the season. It was one more pearl in a string of perfectly beautiful days. And as it has been warm and dry, I gave the new grass on the terraces what might be the last soak. Yes, it was a perfectly gorgeous day worthy of Spring, and yet leaves were twirling, the remaining flowers glowed in the lower light of Autumn. It was time. I had taken in the plants that had sat and flourished in pond water all season. But now is the time summer goes to pot: my favorite water loving specimens become house plants. So I potted this afternoon. The reedy grass and my beloved King Tut. Papyrus. ( I guess you could say I'm a bit of a botanical snob. I like to have plants that you don't see in the neighborhood...or in the county.)
For several months I have been plotting my pots. Who would fit and sport which one: ceramic, concrete or plastic. I hope they are happy in their new homes. Tomorrow I clean out three or four aquariums so we can enjoy the water hyacinth all winter beneath our living room window. It will be refreshing to gaze over verdant water plante to the snow and fozen pond outside. Maybe I'll even figure out a way to work in a fountain!
If tilling soil and planting annuals is a rite of spring then potting outdoor plants for indoor ejoyment is a rite of fall. So when I
finished potching in the water and playing in the dirt, I
descended to the basement to unearth our fall wreath for the
front door. OK. It's official. Fall is here! (F.Y.I. if you click on the
pictures they will zoom up to a lager size for easier viewing. )