September 28, 2008
Cool Breezes
I put the water on for tea just as soon as I walked in from outside. Already I could feel the histamines from the poison oak I so recklessly pulled. How could I help it? Fall has been delivered to my little southern town just today. I had to do something to commemorate this delightful juncture. After experiencing temperatures in the nineties, it is so welcomed and I am on a mission to put together at least a piece of my yard so that it reflects my autumnal spirit. I will have to go to the nursery today for chrysanthemums and maybe a croton and I will refill my clay pots with cascading color that will be there at my door when I come home from school. I think they will transcend me from the school day to time at home, my favorite place.
The little maple tree that I found in a forgotten clay pot at my parent’s home before we sold it is growing, as is the oak that will bare giant acorns. I cannot see these saplings without thinking of them; the trees will continue to grow tall and healthy, like the grandsons left behind.
I feel encouraged to tend to my house when the weather turns to the north and the fall is sitting right next to summer. I want to dust the cobwebs and sweep the floor and hang a new painting from the summer and bundle up unused items and too small clothes and bring it to goodwill for another life. I would like to smell cinnamon in the kitchen from an apple crisp in the oven. It is not cool enough here to open the windows or to put out the pumpkins, but I will sit outside at the end of the day with a cup of coffee and welcome the cooler evening and look forward to fall.
I have posted a picture of the things I bought at the garden center. The petunias will go along my garden fence, the little bouquet of mums will sit in a clay pot by my door and the cabbage and broccoli will be a part of my fall garden, there are also some shallots tucked in there and they will find a small corner in my garden to grow. I also have packs of organic lettuce and turnip seeds to scatter. My hens will have to be “cooped up” for a while once my garden is planted. They have been a great help preparing the beds for me; there is not a weed to be found on their favorite dirt bath spots. However much I appreciate their help, they must stay in their houses for a bit of time. I hope to let them free range once my plants are established and the leaves are not so tender and tasty.
Till next time,
p.s.
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