I will survive...

We finally had a frost.  I am not complaining.  It has been one of the most beautiful falls.  I have a few stalwart flowers that are hanging tough.  They have made it though a dry summer and want to compete with the leaves for a grand show.

 Sooner or later I will stop taking photos of this rose, but I can't help myself.  She is a real lady.

 Every year his phox waits until the bitter end and every year I threaten it with, "If you don't bloom moving you off the front stage."  It listens and it blooms.  Who says you can't talk to your plants.  

 My mother has the most beautiful mums, while I am mum challenged.  This is the only one that has survived the winters here, but I can't say it is putting on a very nice display.  Meanwhile, my asters are always spectacular.   They hide quietly in the beds all year and then, BAM, here they are.

 I found this sad little bloom in my rose bed.  That bed did awful this year.   It just couldn't hold up against the dry weather, despite all of our watering.   

 These are wonderful little volunteer snapdragons.   I love the colors.  The original were a deep red.  They withstood the frost just fine.

 The sedum and black eyed susans are on the downswing.

 The little violas are holding their own.  I don't remember planting them, but I am glad they came up.  

 You would think we stained the barn to match the maple.  We didn't, but they are a perfect match.

These guys are competing with the leaves for color.  I'd say they are doing pretty good.  

I'm afraid that is all I have.  I am miserable with a cold.  A real bummer on such a wonderful weekend.  I hope everyone else is able to fight off the frost and let fall linger a bit longer.