Isn't there something just so happy about yellow flowers? I used to be a real English garden snob -- nothing but blues, pinks and whites for me. But that meant that there were not many choices for late summer blooms in my oh-so-genteel pastel garden.
No room for exuberant heliopsis, or the smiling faces of black-eyed Susans. No beautiful bronze chrysanthemums. Nothing to relate to the fast-approaching autumn colors.
But I have learned my lesson thanks, in part, to the many local gardens where I take my camera out for a spin. ;)
These images are from Willowwood Arboretum, which I have visited several times this year.
The cottage garden in front of the house is laid out on an axis from the front door, with a crazy paving stone walkway bisected by a grassy path.
The plantings crowd the stone path with a wonderful exuberance, softening the hard edges. The view (above) shows the house at the end of the garden.
I just love this beautiful iron gate, which leads into the garden from the lawn in front of the house. There is a wonderful combination of stone, evergreen shrubs and plantings which together make this garden a very inviting place.