A lazy mist settles across the valley. A known mist which speaks of other seasons, not the one we are in. I had been ignoring the dark mornings and shorter evenings both things that hint at Autumn but over the weekend the weather announced it was following suit and took a turn. The bees they are too say enough and are slowing down after the peak action of summer. I felt cold for the first time in ages which seems a bit of a shock after endless days of bare feet. I can’t decide if I am ready or not for a change. I am looking forward to getting in and preparing the garden for it’s winter sleep. Digging up and dividing things. I start trays of seedlings preparing for the spring that is months away. But I feel an ache for summer days and the carefree nature that comes with them. Sometimes we can be more than one season in a day.
“The most important thing in creativity is independence. To be capable of changing completely, at any time… the ability to see… different things according to the day- the light, the moment - and the ability to adapt them to my vision”
Nicole de Vesian
I wrote that line “seed heads are the gardens of tomorrow” after it had been dancing around in my head for a number of days. The reason it was there was from earlier when I trotted around the garden in my sandals, trimming and deadheading as I go. When I do this my footwear seems to collect the errant seeds that fall as my activity in the garden disturbs and disrupts the seeds that have been sitting waiting to become something new. As I walk around these seeds find new homes in the garden. The more I garden the more I change my view of Autumn and understand that while we often think it is the season of things endings I am seeing it increasingly so as the season of beginnings. We have harvest seeds and start seedlings for spring. We review our garden acknowledging what has worked and what hasn’t and start to make plans, audit for the coming season. It is the season of beginnings from endings.