{"id":26332,"date":"2017-01-26T00:01:32","date_gmt":"2017-01-26T08:01:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/barbarafalconernewhall.com\/?p=26332"},"modified":"2017-01-26T00:01:32","modified_gmt":"2017-01-26T08:01:32","slug":"autumn-in-the-garden","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/autumn-in-the-garden\/","title":{"rendered":"Autumn in the Garden, When Sensible Plants Pack It In for the Winter . . . And a Healing Ankle"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Autumn<\/a>
Autumn in the garden where, like it or not, the seasons impose their wills on every living thing. Photo by Barbara Newhall<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

By Barbara Falconer Newhall<\/em><\/p>\n

I took these photos of my favorite up-north garden\u00a0last October. It’s a genuine four-season garden\u00a0in the upper Midwest, complete with winter<\/a> snow, spring promise, and unsurpassed summer<\/a> glory. It’s also got\u00a0autumn, with all the grim stuff that happens as winter sets in\u00a0— death, rot,\u00a0shrivel and\u00a0retreat.<\/p>\n

But during a late afternoon visit last October there were still some\u00a0signs of stubborn life — opulent\u00a0red berries and a succulent with in-your-face magenta blossoms.<\/p>\n

A Dying Garden and a Healing Ankle<\/h5>\n

I’m just now getting around to posting these autumn in the garden photos because the project fell by the wayside last November when Jon broke his left fibula and tore the deltoid ligament right off the bone. Surgery ensued<\/a>, and Jon was semi-bedridden for weeks.<\/p>\n

I took over just about everything around the house, from setting up a hospital bed in front of our\u00a0flat screen TV, to emptying urinals, to retrieving\u00a0the\u00a0TV remote if\u00a0it fell under the bed. It’s been two months now. The bone has healed, the ligament seems to be safely stitched back to its\u00a0bone, Jon is up and about and, lucky me, I’m down\u00a0five pounds from\u00a0all that running around.<\/p>\n

\"Autumn<\/a>
Leaves were dying all over the garden, but these berries were bursting\u00a0with life and color. Photo by Barbara Newhall<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Cottonwood<\/a>
Autumn in the garden: a cottonwood leaf, partially chewed, soon be buried in\u00a0snow. Photo by Barbara Newhall<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Hosta<\/a>
Low-growing hosta leaves collected\u00a0debris from pine trees and other retreating vegetation. Photo by Barbara Newhall<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Peony<\/a>
A\u00a0peony bush turned\u00a0purple\u00a0before dying back. Photo by Barbara Newhall<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"Autumn<\/a>
A succulent with magenta blossoms held its own in the autumn\u00a0chill. Photo by Barbara Newhall<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n
\"deep<\/a>
At least one\u00a0ant was\u00a0still out and about as the days grew short. It found a\u00a0lone white blossom to attend. Photo by Barbara Newhall<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Another garden story at “My Garden in Summer, but Is It Really Mine?”\u00a0Another family\u00a0story at “When Your Six-Year-Old Wants to Talk Money.”<\/a><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\"Autumn<\/a><\/p>\n

It was autumn in the garden and all the grim stuff that happens as winter sets in — death, rot, shrivel and retreat — made for a thing of beauty. Read more.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":26361,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[30,13],"tags":[103,1871,34,405,1234,29,1636,55,88,89,82,33],"class_list":["post-26332","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-my-changing-family","category-my-rocky-spiritual-journey","tag-aging","tag-ankle","tag-dont-miss","tag-gardens","tag-health","tag-jon","tag-midwest","tag-family-stories","tag-nature","tag-nature-photography","tag-on-the-funny-side","tag-travel"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26332","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=26332"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/26332\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=26332"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=26332"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/server.stagingweb3.net\/barbarafalconernewhall\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=26332"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}