By my count, there are only 26 days of summer remaining.
Ouch, that was hard to type.
As much as I may enjoy the fall – the more temperate climate, football season, apple picking, phenomenal foliage changes, pumpkin beer – I kind of hate it too.
Not so much for what it provides, but for what it foreshadows. Just the thought of winter makes me physically ill.
Trapped in the house.
The blinding glare of snow.
Frozen nose hairs.
No thank you.
In an interesting and ironic twist, if the pipeline makes its way to my property, there will be a warmer swath of land that I can lay on throughout the winter and keep my tuckus warm. Maybe it is time to rethink this thing.
*Sarcasm – harsh or bitter derision or irony
Couldn’t resist.
As I stood out in the garden today, two emotions stood out: the last remnants of summer and the first signs of autumn.
Allow me to present the evidence:
Summer fading – The blooms of summer have transitioned to seedheads.
Fall arriving – Sedum blooms showing their first signs of color.
Summer fading – Blooms half way spent on Cardinal Flower and Switch Grass starting to look a tad bit worn.
Fall arriving – First signs of stems turning red on Red Twig Dogwood.
Summer fading – The vibrant combo of Purple Coneflower and Russian Sage looks, well … tired.
Fall arriving – The golden hues of Amsonia draws the eye in from afar.
Summer fading – The blooms on Hydrangea fading to blush.
Fall arriving – Miscanthus in full bloom.
Eeeek, you’re right, the Dogwood stems are turning … I had to look closely through my weeds. Rudbeckias and Joe Pye still going strong here in North Country (WAY upstate NY). I don’t mind so much anymore since we are on “Mission Escape Winter Mode” – it changes one’s attitude AND latitude – that sounds famously familiar.