Farewell to Summer?
So we are back from our trip, and I find that Summer in our garden is coming to an end.
Some of the summer flowers are in slow decline. Others, like the Monardas and Silphiums, are done for the year. Now the birds come to feast on their seeds, a sight that inspires great pleasure for me.
On the other hand, many of the annuals are putting on an extra-energetic burst of bloom, as if they are making the most of the time that remains before the first hard frost.
Of course, autumn has its own beauties, and we can talk about those in the next few weeks. But for now it must be said that in our garden, at least, summer is the climactic season, a time of brilliant color and towering stems. And so autumn, though a season of fruitfulness, is also a time of drowsiness, preparatory to the sleep of winter.
But we should not mourn the summer garden. It was not more or less beautiful because it was temporary. If we were smart we took advantage of summer to experience as many moments of garden joy as we possibly could.
So is this one of those essays about just living in the moment? Certainly not. Summer in the garden is temporary, but it does not exist in isolation. The glory of each summer is built on plant growth and gardeners’ work from summers, springs, and autumns past. So let your autumn and winter be filled with dreams and plans for a brilliant summer to come.