ODE TO A CHRYSANTHEMUM

I love when the chrysanthemums make their appearance at greenhouses, garden centers, gardens and porches everywhere in the late summer and early autumn.
They are such a gorgeous flower. The colors are stunning. My favorites are the salmon, fuschia, deep burgandy, yellow and rust colored mums.

I love the pots of rounded mounds in vibrant hues.


I absolutely love arrangements done with pumpkins like in the photo above.
Or set next to a bench, or a tree or rock, or arranged esthetically on a porch or patio.
I love the look of many pots of different colored mums in a grouping.
They are such a lovely sign of autumn; what a shame they don't last longer.

Chrysanthemum

The rose is called the queen of flowers,
Surrounded by her sisters fair,
A lovely throng of beauties rare,
She holds her court mid summer bowers,
'Neath smiling skies of sunny blue,
Gayly they bloom the summer through
Brightening all the golden hours
But when the autumn days have come
Then blooms our sweet Chrysanthemum

As we watch the summer days depart
And the painted leaves in silence fall,
And the vines are dead upon the wall;
A dreamy sadness fills each heart,
Our garden seems a dreary place,
No brilliant flowers its borders grace,
Save in a sheltered nook apart,
Where gay beneath the autumn sun
Blooms our own Chrysanthemum

Ah! She is not a "Summer Friend"
She stays when all the rest have flown,
And left us flowerless and alone;
No singing birds, or blooms to lend
Their brightness to the autumn haze,
'Tis she who cheers the dreary days;
'Tis joy to know so sweet a friend;
No fairer flower blooms 'neath the sun
Than autumn's queen Chrysanthemum