Transition day, moving from summer into autumn. Probably my favorite time of year, especially when I am experiencing it. We are having a week of beautiful weather after a rainy weekend. That doesn’t bother me now that I’m retired, and I took advantage of all this by working in my garden this morning. The Black-eyed Susans are ready to be cut down, but it was such a good year that they got a bit unruly – along with the Gooseneck and Daisies.
I want to dig them up where they are unwelcome, where they are claiming squatter’s rights where I want other plants to grow. I did as much as my body allowed, and I think JB will do some this afternoon, and maybe I can hire the neighbor boy to help when he gets home from school.
I feel sadness when I see my flowers produce seed and die down, but that is their purpose, what they are suppose to do. It would normally get me thinking about our human purpose in life – but not today. Today I am feeling the pull towards autumn. I am wanting to clean my flower beds so I will be able to see the new green growth, that will become dormant until the spring winds and sun warm the earth.
I am in a celebratory mood. I feel the excitement of the change. With the cooler weather and lower humidity we are savoring the comfort foods of fall. JB says it is time to put the comforter on the bed – and the flannel sheets may also feel good. Here in lower Michigan we have about equal amounts of night and day. The early evening darkness with the 7:30 sunset means that I want to go to bed at 8:00. I often wonder what life was like in the most northern and southern regions of our planet before electricity. Are we designed to semi-hibernate for the winter? I feel the call to migrate south with the birds.