Every day, lately, I observe the signs of late summer and lament its inevitable fade. Soon the crisp chill of fall will take the place of summer’s warm breezes, and then even that will give way to the bone-rattling wind of winter. I admit it – I’m a warm season kind of girl. I love the promise and potential of spring and the freedom and fertility of summer. But in almost no time at all, I’ll have to say goodbye to all the things I love about summer and the growing season.
Soon, there will be no more Akane apples from the farmers market.
And these may be the last yield of my cayenne plant.
The potato plants in the garbage can have started dying back and shortly it will be time to harvest.
And my mint jungle will eventually recede and fade into brown groundcover.
When fall and the first frost arrive, I’ll feel cold and constricted. Some people find themselves energized by the chill; I, unfortunately, am not one of those people. I’ll have to find joy in other things, and I will need to find other things to blog about. We’ll see what I can come up with.
