There is always something to look forward to in the garden, even though my mop-head hydrangeas are wilting and my hosta leaves are getting crispier by the day. However, my coffee cup and I are still walking around the garden in the cool of the morning and Susan and I are still sipping wine from the deck in the cool of the evening. We have enjoyed the views of the Georgia mountains and loved the time on the dock at a nearby lake, but home -heat, cold, warts and all - is where we are most content.