I’ve always been a four-seasons-kinda girl. I’m not talking about hotels or restaurants, but rather the changing of the seasons. And I love each and every one of them for entirely different reasons. So when we landed in lovely Ljubljana, my heart soared. It was Fall.
Autumn has always been one of my personal faves, and as my sister Susan reminded me, it was our Dad’s favorite, too. As kids, he’d take us out “gleaning” in nature to find treasures to decorate the house for Fall. He taught us how to search along fence rows for bittersweet, wade just to the edge of ditches to reach some prime cattails, and pull miles of grapevines from trees and bushes (being careful not to grab the poison ivy, instead). Once we’d gathered all the ingredients, we went home to get creative. We’d form grapevine wreaths in an old washtub, decorate them with bittersweet and cattails, and deck the halls. Thanks Dad for this lovely memory.
In Ljubljana, Autumn is in its full glory. It looks a lot like home. Japanese Maples are burnished copper, Ash trees are golden yellow, Pokeweed is sporting royal purple clusters, and the Virginia Creeper (I bet they don’t call it that here) is covering houses in crimson blankets.
I spied some mystery plants that I don’t recognize, so I’m hoping you gardeners out there can help me identify these dainty white flowers and red berries gracing these branches.