The signs are everywhere.
I can hear the high school band
Practicing every morning.
Sweaters are appearing.
Geraldine’s asters are starting to bloom.
The air is softer.
Shadows are shifting.
Fall is almost here.
I think I’ve mentioned before
There’s only one other place
I can think of living.
The place where the weather
Alternates between spring and fall.
I’ve never found that place.
I know it doesn’t exist.
In order to have spring
You must first abide winter.
Difficult for me.
And so it follows that
In order to have fall.
You must abide summer.
Gardening makes this one easy.
Fall here on the plains
Can linger for weeks
After last year’s glorious fall
I wasn’t sure we’d see another one like that
For some time.
Something tells me
It’s happening again.
There’s a lushness this September
God is spoiling us.
Mild summer temperatures
And now the glorious days of fall.
Coco and I spent Saturday transplanting.
We dug up a batch of daylilles
That were spreading wildly
In the main garden
They’ve been moved to areas that are
A little more accepting of their behavior
Some will even get transplanted
Across state lines
To Elliott’s garden.
In their place I planted cabbage.
Not sure they have time to get giant
But I saw these babies at the store
And thought…why not?
They are near where we lost a Redbud tree
Between the two new stands of Dahlias.
Not sure what will be the more permanent fix.
But after following Floret Flowers
On Instagram for a few months.
My monies on…more Dahlias.
Can this woman grow Dahlias!
One goal this fall
Is to fill in the empty spaces.
That were weed havens all summer.
So I’m scouting for plants in need of dividing
And volunteers that are popping up in odd places.
I’m looking forward to weeks
Of playing in the crisp clean air
And basking in the glory of a garden.
Surely this is the last Easter Egg left in the garden!