Ponderous grows the landscape, sluggish is the lawn. The vibrant, lively hues of Summer ripen and languish. Glowing sprays of Goldenrod permeate the garden while ornamental grasses brandish their feathery tufts of bronze seed heads. Gold finches return to assess the maturing Coneflower’s bounty. Autumn whispers its intentions warmly but…

Ponderous grows the landscape, sluggish is the lawn. The vibrant, lively hues of Summer ripen and languish. Glowing sprays of Goldenrod permeate the garden while ornamental grasses brandish their feathery tufts of bronze seed heads. Gold finches return to assess the maturing Coneflower’s bounty. Autumn whispers its intentions warmly but…

The Goldenrod’s gilded sprays burst forth like a sparkler, igniting the garden, while the Aster’s fresh foliage breathed life into the lethargic landscape.  Finches returned to feed on the seeds of spent Coneflowers as the squirrels raced to fill their winter caches.   September’s intentions, thus far, seem questionable and her alliances less…

As we enter the second week of September, there’s a noticeable change in light, its intensity and duration have diminished, yet it’s something more.  Something immeasurable, but you know you’re no longer looking at a Summer sky.  I often ask myself if I didn’t own a calendar or wasn’t keenly tuned in to…