Fall arrived last week.
It’s the reason I abide summer.
You can’t fully appreciate
These cool crisp sunny days
Unless you have lived through summer.
It’s the same relationship
That spring is to winter.
One of the reason I love life here on the Great Plains
Is that we experience all four season.
Some seasons more than others.
It’s the change that seems to appeal to me.
And since I spend many days outside
I consider myself to be
An observer of those changes.
So as the season comes to an end
I carry a list of changes
I want to make in my garden in my head.
This weekend I began to work on the list.
John and I both have wanted a lilac for some time.
We’ve planted one
But it seems to be suffering from
“Failure to thrive”.
In this case it’s a lack of sunshine.
I’ve found it a sunnier home
But there’s a rose bush there.
Or at least there was.
This particular rose bush
Is very finicky.
It only blooms
If it’s not too wet
Or not too hot.
Or I threaten to murder it.
After years of fiddling to make it happy
I cut it down
And dug it up.
It’s not a very friendly thing to do.
But I need its sunny home
For the lilac bush.
And there’s time in the fall
To make these changes.
Their lackluster performance
Is fresh on my mind
In the fall.
If I wait till spring
To do the dastardly deed
That “hope of spring” thing
Will fog my fall reality.
All this digging and moving around
Has me thinking about changes in my life as well.
There are times when one thing must end.
In order for something new to have a place to call home.
That’s the trick as life lumbers on.
Making room in your life for change
For the things you learn
And people you meet.
Change brings growth.
If you let it in.