Sunday, September 7, 2014
The Edge of Autumn
Good morning, chickadees. I was out working in the garden earlier, deadheading the Abraham Darby roses, weeding the raised beds, gathering ground cherries to make salsa, and harvesting scarlet runner beans for next year's seeds--and I thought of you. As I worked, the sun warmed my skin without burning. I looked up to see the bees hopping from the fennel to the bee balm to the anise hyssop.
The last daisies are opening and the phlox is nearly all gone by. Even so, the dahlias are just beginning to hit their stride, the asters are on the verge of blooming, and the chocolate eupatorium has yet to even start. We've a ways to go, and even though I know the frosts will come in another month, I can't help but love this very moment in the garden best. Here, teetering on the edge, I savor every bit of September's sweetness as the tomatoes blush and the whole garden gives one last glorious push before the fall.