Susan, that is.
Once again she graced the gardens with exuberance and much-needed color
at that point in the late summer when you fear the best of the season has passed.
It's always amazing to see where she's extended her tenancy.
Invariably I find clumps where there were none the previous year.
Throughout her stay I always have a small bouquet in the kitchen and another in the dining room.
What unbridled optimism there is in a small bunch of her flowers.
But now even Susan is on her way out...
... I can always tell when her days are numbered because her stems and leaves start to have that wonderful pipe tobacco scent that fills the air as I walk past at night.
Scent, color, cheer.... she brings all three and what's not to love about that?