And the big-leaf maple, of course, does the same thing. I can't imagine anyone planting one deliberately in a city-sized garden, but over here you'd have to be awfully vigilant to keep it out. Every spring, hundreds of volunteer seedlings make themselves known, and every few years we realize one of those seedlings didn't get evicted in time. As weedy as they might be, though, it's hard to regret the tree's shade in summer, its colour display in fall, and its bare architecture in winter. (My gardening neighbour, Jane, celebrates the broad-leaf maples lyrically over here.)
Plus I love its spreading shape, romantically illuminated here by this watery fall sunshine.
That misty light is equally transformative of this Miscanthus.
I'm afraid this will be a garden photo week -- I couldn't resist snapping shots of the berries yesterday, nor could I resist admiring purples . . . you'll see. . .