Despite the unseasonably warm temps over the last few days, the glorious colours of Fall ’22 are but a memory now. There are still vestiges of glory, but I must now put those memories to bed, like the garden, and leaf through them in the weeks ahead, especially when the winds turn bitter and a blanket of white covers the landscape.
I love each season, and I love how each rolls into the other, overlapping for a short time before subsiding and drifting off into the annals of seasonal time.
But Fall, well Fall is the ultimate fashion show; it screams attention – and for good reason: it’s breathtakingly bold and, without hesitation, it mixes and matches colours never seen on any fashion runway.
August is upon us and it’s now I begin planning and dreaming of Fall and next Spring. I will try however, to enjoy all the beauty and splendor the gardens have to offer day. Live in the moment after all, enjoy the bounty before me.