A sure sign of fall is the emergence of what we call walking sticks. These guys can be still as a dead twig, but can pinch your hand if you mess with them. This one happened to fall out of an overhanging tree this afternoon.
Our last batch of marigolds and I am surprised they lasted through the summer.
This was a pleasant surprise when the garlic chives melded with some Russian sage.
The wasps and a very strange type of bee are chowing down on the garlic chives.
This big red wasp seems to like the taste of garlic.