“Live in each season as it passes.” ~ Henry David Thoreau
Having lived through the wet of winter, the erratic fits of spring, and the scorching heat of summer, it is time to rejoice in the mosaic of fall.
I love the chaos of the fall garden.
All the little starts and shoots have grown tall and wild.
Their well-defined contours are now a tangle of color and cascading form.
They lay all over each other like summer camp friends clinging on – knowing a goodbye is ahead.
Like the joy in seeing my little foster charges grow up and go home, the fall garden is the culmination of winter dreams, spring plantings and summer labors.
And then it starts again.
I walked through this weekend and made notes about what worked and what failed…
which to divide and which to let stand and go to seed.
Maria brought gifts from the plant sale that found new homes adding to next year’s bounty.
And planning is underway for a wedding in the garden next September.
Fall is full of chores – all in good time. First – a breath and a moment to sit, soak it up, and take it all in. Living in the season.