A hazy sun cuts between the houses and warms the garden. Today is summer’s last blast — temps in the 90s with humidity to match. Autumn doesn’t officially arrive until Saturday, but her cooling presence will thankfully precede her by at least a day. I’m looking forward to seeing how this new garden of mine ages as the nights get longer and cooler.
Feels like 96 out there, but the garden is beckoning Autumn. It looks like we have one more scorcher to round out summer, but I spy lows in the 40s for the 10 day forecast. Bring it on!
I woke this morning to a fresh coat of snow on my balcony that sculpted the pots from my summer garden into frosted cupcakes. It reminded me of how my former garden would look covered in snow. I could almost feel those virgin steps into a pristine tundra full of serendipity.
For the first time in a while, I missed having a garden whose winter bones called me into the cold to capture its quiet beauty. Someday soon, perhaps I’ll have another plot to call my own. My soul seems to be beckoning nourishment from the soil once again.
The flowers of summer will soon give way to autumn foliage, so I’m soaking them in while I can.