It is now early September and a definite nip has replaced the warmth of summer. Evenings are markedly cooler and day light hours noticeably shorter. Deep within, this makes me cringe. The older I get, the more I seriously dislike winter, and fall to the extent that it is the harbinger of winter, often accented with days of snow, far too early in the season.
I once, not too long ago, lingered on the deck in the evening, languishing in the warmth of a summer's dusk. Now, I hide indoors, with a sweater, sighing as only a lover of summer and gardening does, knowing that the joy I hold dear is passing me by. Readying itself for a long winter's rest, the garden begins to take on the first signs of a change of seasons. The Pink Diamond hydrangea blossoms are turning a delicate pink on the edges, soon to be a full dusty pink, beautiful in their own right. I spotted a few yellow leaves on the birch and promptly removed them, lest the rest of the garden should feel inclined to follow suit. Berries of the mountain ash are now a deep and beautiful orange, hanging gloriously as the accent of colour in the far corner of the yard. Even the peony leaves are finding new shades of red to brighten their existence in my garden. The garden seems to celebrate the end or the beginning of the season by donning its brightest colours.
As I contemplate this change of events, from the plants' perspectives, I cannot deny them this yearly ritual for I too glory in the magic of the change of scenery. The magnificent accents that dot the landscape or sometimes set it awash in divine brilliant colour, makes my heart leap in joy. Yes, I love fall too. Such a gloriously colourful season. I imagine the crisp scent that permeates the air with the change of seasons, summer into fall, and there is something energizing in it. It makes me long to walk in the wilderness, bundled in my favourite sweater, long jeans and comfy shoes. Of course, what would such a walk be without my camera? It is a frequent companion on such occasions and soon I will be posting photos of the delights that capture my senses. Is it the end or the beginning? Whatever it is, I too shall find joy in it!
Here are some of my favourite photos of the passing season......
I'm celebrating the garden with......
Mosaic Monday at Little Red House
Cottage Flora Thursday at Fishtail Cottage
Fertilizer Friday/Flaunt Your Flowers at Tootsie Time
Thanks for visiting, dear friends. Have a great one!
