Monday, September 7, 2009

"A spell lies on the Garden......

Summer sits. With her finger on her lips as if she heard the steps of Autumn echo on the hill."
~Getrude Huntington McGiffert, writer

This time of the year has always been bittersweet for me.

My garden now has a life of it's own - I raised everything from infancy, nurtured it, grew it, let it mature & for the last two weeks, let it do it's own thing, as it is matured & doing well without me - it too is getting ready for Fall'snap & Winter's sleep.

That crispness in the morning air, yet mild afternoons, stirs an inner feeling in me that somehow only comes out in September. The exciting sense of a new, fresh start as school begins - even as a child I was always excited for school to begin, to me this has always been the season to refresh & renew.

Yet I am sorry to see the last roses of Summer, the tinge of yellow on the curls of leaves, the waning of the crickets chip & the increased activity of the geese flying overhead.

It's funny what can ping your heart making you sad & happy at the same time.

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