The circle of the seasons means we have a rhythm that brings our four measures of time with its ever variable melody, yet repeated sequence, around once again. It is time for autumn to play its movement, and close out our growing year. That being so, here are some posts of past autumns that might give you something fresh today.
Years ago I wrote a bit about how fall color sometimes surprises me. Here in the Midwest we are surrounded by the rich tapestry of autumn trees and goldenrod field flowers, but sometimes overlook the many other forms of fall color. It is a great time to take your camera and notebook and make notes about plants that add to the end season picture- the last hurrah of the garden’s bright colors.
William Cullen Bryant, Lillian Jamison , Mary Oliver
My autumn is misty and grayed in the mornings, and as I sip my coffee I view the diagonal sifting of the leaves from the overhead trees. It seems as lazy as I feel on these mornings, languid and savoring the details of my existence.
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I took a few picture of my garden today…
