Here, where summertime seizes October, it's hard to remember that autumn has arrived. With the spicy sweetness of rosemary, wild ginger, orange-bark myrtle, and angel's trumpets in the air, a few hours in the Botanical Garden should reset your seasonal clock. Next week, the Mesoamerican Cloud Forest Garden will begin to bloom — purple dahlias on slender 20-foot stems, drooping clusters of burgundy and gold Deppea splendens, towering tree daisies, deep orange passion vines, scarlet sleeping hibiscus. Many of these plants are extinct in the wild preserved here in a rare outdoor collection because that old San Francisco fog makes them feel right at home. Tonight marks the penultimate Full Moon Walk of the year. Focus on the Japanese tradition of moon gazing, wind through the Perennial Garden, and conclude in the intimate Moon Viewing Garden, where a stream spills into a pond surrounded by vermillion Japanese maple trees. Bathe in silvery light and take heed, "There are nights when wolves are silent and only the moon howls."
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