To the editor:
As far as I’m concerned, that raucous cry of the Blue Jay really spells doom for summer, and I can’t avoid seeing a flaming maple behind the house – a cultivar, so flaming without benefit of frost.
The wild grape leaves are turning yellowish and hidden up in the tangles that I like to maintain, I can smell the delicious sweet smell of their ripe fruit. I know skunks love grapes and it must drive them crazy smelling them and not being able to reach them.
Although there are garden asters (there are four field varieties) and roses and Japanese anemones and hardy begonias still in bloom, they are beginning to look a little tired. But what catches the eye and stops the heart are the little patches of Colchicum. Sometimes called Autumn Crocus, which they aren’t, or Meadow Saffron, which they aren’t either, their globular lavender flowers come up without leaves and are just a delight. If you want to try a few – and I think they should be scattered for their surprise value – order them in the spring, first of August at the latest. The real saffron crocus, Crocus Sactivus, should be blooming any minute as I saw their tiny grasslike leaves in the spring.
I have a friend in Oak Forest who has so many feeders that the humming birds consider it their local pub. She even knows some of them by name and her report was that Hilda’s last appearance was September 26, so two weeks from that date is October 10. Then you can take down your feeders, wash them well and perhaps even give them a swish of bleach and wait until tax day in April to put them back again.