What good is the warmth of summer, without the cold of winter to give it sweetness.~John Steinbeck
September and the remains of summer have all but slipped away.
The warm spell we’re experiencing in our part of the Ohio River Valley these last couple of weeks in September are nice, but the warmth is not fooling anyone. Especially the squirrels in our backyard, who have started storing food with a vengeance. They know winter is coming.
The shortening days tell something in that little squirrel brain to start stealing as many sunflower seeds from the bird feeder as they can. Their hiding place of choice? The carefully tended potted plants on our deck. I’m sure the squirrels don’t understand how close they are to transitioning from cute, funny wildlife we enjoy watching from our window to pestilent rodents which should be wiped from the face of the earth. They haven’t quite reached the tipping point yet, but there are some days when it’s pretty darn close. Especially when we find a poor plant lying and dying on the deck next to its recently excavated home.
The September fields are still shining with Goldenrod. (Kentucky’s state flower and the bane of Professor M’s seasonal-allergy-afflicted existence.) But they’ll last until we get a good frost. We’ve experienced such strange weather this year so far, I’m curious when the first hard frost will actually happen.
The shortening days are causing the herb garden to bolt as well. Despite the constant pinching back, the basil and cilantro are doing their best to set seed. This is the time of year when I usually give up and just make huge batches of pesto and guacamole. Time for us to start storing a few foodstuffs away for winter ourselves.
Make hay while the sun shines, as they say.