The roses are in transition. I can see hips on several of my rose bushes. There is one fat red hip on Blanc Double de Coubert, who sets hips grudgingly at best. A few of the roses are still blooming and producing new buds, but none more exuberantly than Frederic Mistral. This rose is covered in large fragrant pink blooms. The perfume wafts over me as I scoop up the plums and pick the tomatoes. Really, this rose is a monster taking over my tiny rose bed, but it’s hard to argue with blooms and fragrance like that.
I suppose I can’t postpone the cleanup much longer. It's Thanksgiving weekend, time to truly move forward into autumn.
Shown in the photo: rose hips from Bonica shrub rose, tomatoes, Frederic Mistral rose (top row), impatiens, sweet peas, Russian sage (middle row), oregano and sage, sedum, hardy fuschia (bottom row).