A frost advisory accompanied the first dawn of autumn this morning. The garden appears to have been spared any damage, although some of the tropical plants are looking a bit skeptical of the future.
It’s time to starting thinking of which plants I’ll bring inside to protect from our killing winter, and which will eventually succumb to the elements.
Many gardeners begin to lament the end of the growing season, but I love this time of year. There is something about autumn that stirs me and reinvigorates a love for the outdoors sapped and weakened by the heat of the summer.
It is a time when we watch our gardens go to sleep, not unlike how we as parents watch our young children drift into dreaming — a time to look back on what was and dream about what will be.
Autumn brings a crispness and clarity in the air like no other season. There is something about the color and tone of autumn that soothes us, like nature’s way of saying it’s not the end of growth, just a rest and rejuvenation.
Autumn is nature’s way of helping us smile through the end of another year of growing.