Right: Nasella tenuissima, Pittosporum Creme de Mint and mossy fountain Left: Norway Maple leaves blanket the ground
It has slowly been dawning on me all summer that texture is supplanting color as a more interesting element in my garden. Maybe it's becoming apparent now because in the midst of a very slow, gentle Southern California autumn, there is no fall color, not really, and it wasn't that long ago that I was awash in color at this time of year.
Every once in a while, usually from the freeway, I'll glimpse what might be a deciduous tree with a shimmer of fall color. Not often, though. The blueberries that I feel compelled to grow in our alkaline soil have vivid red tips. I'm not sure if this is fall color or their silent expression of reproach at being planting down here where they don't really belong.
Either way, this small shaft of color in no way compares to the stunning oranges, reds and yellows which would fill the sky overhead and eventually blanket the ground at my former home on Long Island, New York.
So maybe this is why I am lately noticing subtle and not so subtle texture contrasts all over my garden; summer flowers are mostly gone and as I search for some change to signal the passing season I find texture in lieu of fall color.