This swiftly tilting planet (to steal a phrase from Madeleine L’Engle) is approaching equilibrium again today, giving us equal servings of light and darkness. And now those of us in the Northern Hemisphere begin our journey into night and winter and cold. Not exactly time to get out out the woolies yet, but at least identify where we stashed them last spring.
There are still a few of hazy-golden days of September left. If April is the cruelest month, September must be the kindest–at least in my part of the world. The light is beautiful, soft after the harsher glare of July and August. Blue skies. Green Fields. And the leaves on the trees are just starting to concoct the idea of turning color. If you squint your eyes, you can almost make out the shade they’re planning on becoming.
It is soccer season for the kids, so we stash a couple of sweatshirts (and maybe a blanket) in the car…spectating can be frosty work. Some of those games don’t end before the evening chill sets in. It pays to be prepared, a lesson we’ve learned the hard way.
In the garden, we’re starting to think about changes to the perennial beds and borders. Plus its a good time of year to pick up bargains at the garden center, so we might find a few goodies to tuck in here and there. We’re hoping to find a Crepe Myrtle (Lythraceae indica) on the cheap. Fingers crossed!
Our Trumpet Vine (Campsis radicand) needs moved…just not sure to where yet but t’s outgrown the bed its in. I’m debating how much to prune before we move it, especially since it blooms on old wood. This was the first season we’ve gotten tons of flowers on itso it’d be a shame to start from scratch again.
A couple of the large trees in our back yard will have to come down soon. I’m afraid they’ll fall on their own this winter and land someplace inconvenient so I’d better cut them down myself. Hopefully I’ll be able to coax them to fall where they can do the least amount of damage (that’s the plan anyway.) This is one of those tasks that intimidates me; I’ve found a hundred excuses to put it off. Perhaps by writing it here it’ll give me the courage to fire up chainsaw and axe.
So Happy Autumnal Equinox, my friends. We’ll celebrate with a campfire and toasted marshmallows and perhaps some s’mores. And maybe a hard cider or two. Cheers!
Do you have any favorite ways to celebrate the arrival of Autumn? What’s your favorite thing about the season?