In early June I wrote of one of my favourite shrubs, Big Blue, an exuberant, towering, handsome (and BC native) blue elderberry. Each growing season Big Blue sprouts new buds from cruelly-pruned woody stems and shoots upward, producing sprays of tiny white flowers that give birth to powder-blue berries. It reaches 12 feet or more, into a sky whose colour shares its name.
But now sky is grey, and leaves are yellowing.
Most of the berries are gone, consumed by House Finches and Black-capped Chickadees -- which is fine, the point of planting Big Blue in the first place.
"So long, and thanks for all the berries."
Today ol' Blue looks spent, a male mantis, duty done. Time again to prune.