Fall plant sale...

The Rapplings were pretty excited to go see the scarecrows at the Botanicals this weekend. The actual Fall Festival is on Sunday in the afternoon...since we are on the afternoon church schedule right now we went over on Saturday. I have two very silly little and one silly but not so little girls. Much chasing of squirrels and each other was accomplished while I was "shopping". Olga showed me the false cypress she had her eye on. Josh, greenhouse manager at the gardens, realized that he used to work for my husband at Best Buy. I did hear more about how fun the warehouse was and less about working...sounds about right.Sydney up to no good.Front porch of visitor's center at TBG.These are from the pot on the far right of the porch, love the colors.

My girls love anything heart shaped so this is for them.

I went home with a Beautyberry Bush var. Early Amethyst

(my photo definitely not my plant, at least not yet.) and a beautiful Flame Grass -

Miscanthus sinesis var. purpurascens

which will someday look like this (borrowed photo.)

Fallish happiness...

I have much to post about. Alas I don't have the time to type it all out right this minute...maybe tonight. I hope this little bit of fallish happiness will tide you over. I love the gourd mushrooms... Martha Stewart has the most creative staff. Really I wonder what I could do with a staff? Well maybe I don't want to go there again I just want creative time...without the angel of destruction, i.e. Miss Paige.

Melly look I want to see you try your carving skills on these. I know they'd rock!
More entertaining stories to come...hope this will tide you over. ~Susan

God moves in a mysterious way
His wonders to perform;
He plants his foot-steps in the sea
and rides upon the storm.
Ye fearful Saints, fresh courage take;
The clouds ye so much dread
Are big with mercy and shall break
In blessings on your head.
His purposes will ripen fast,
Unfolding every hour;
The bud may have a bitter taste,
But sweet will be the flower.
Blind unbelief is sure to err
And scan his works in vain;
God is his own interpreter,
and he will make it plain.
~William Cowper
Heard this in church on Sunday. In my entire lifetime I don't remember playing or hearing this hymn. Love the whole imagery in this poem.