These black-eyed Susans next to my mounding Juniper have greeted me each time I come out of the door. I've enjoyed their faces as I emerge from sleep's cocoon each morning.
The gomphrena or globe amaranth have withstood the heat this month the best. They've not lost their purple strawflower-like blooms ever since I planted them.
These roses have continued to bloom, my Sundance and my mystery rose, as someone gave me this bush found at a market fair.
The leafy begonias have almost made it through the heat. And there is another gardenia blossom on my bush.
One of my favorites, the cranesbill geranium in miniature, is one of the stars of the native rock garden. It's tiny blossoms last through most hot days with a little water every day or so. To end summer with such a group is honor indeed. I wish they would not fade as the season changes, but I will find others to love in the next. Here we have an extended kind of fall throughout the winter. Very soon I'll be planting for this extended fall.