End of August Yellows

crocosmia 'Honey Angels'

helenium autumnale  
rudbeckia

sulphur cosmos

seed grown dahlia


helenium autumnale


 It isn't often I write a post here that's nothing but images... but what the hell. Let's keep it short and simple today. Yellow flowers for the end of August. I'll save my discussion of overwintering this year's propagated shrubs for my next post.

 

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