It’s the final week of summer. The growth that summer brought in my gardens is coming to an end. The sunflowers are drooping and the remaining tomatoes are ripening more slowly. The seeds I planted for the fall-winter garden have all sprouted but I cannot predict how big they will grow. We will cover them in row covers but that will only provide some protection from Father Frost.
Last week I was mourning the end of summer. I was resisting the change, holding on. Resisting is futile because change is the natural constant in life. Now I am feeling tired, perhaps I was resisting too much. Like the plants in my garden I’ve poured out so much of myself throughout the summer. Now I am ready to let go, refocus and move on to another season. Autumn.