Fall is a funny time of year. Some call it the spring like blossoming for trees. While in spring we find beauty in the pushing up bulbs from beneath the soil once covered in inches of snow, we hear the lambs and we see the cherry blossom. In autumn, while the dying, the death of the leaves, it comes with such beauty, a beauty that comes from mother nature, one final bow before the snow, the final curtain call of the seasonal life starts again.
Some people find a higher being in a church, or in verses of a book. The more I work, feel the soil between my fingers, create life in a planting a bulb or taking a cutting in the hope of giving new life. The more I work in the garden, the more peaceful with the world I've noticed I've become which in a long drawn out way, is helping me with working on that self love mission. Mother Nature, is something bigger than us all that creates such a wonderfully colourful, world around us, even as one season dies.
(yes we really do have a weed growing half way up the maple tree)
Out of nowhere while potting around in the garden, one crisp, golden leaf floated down onto our deck. Where it's travels had taken it who knows, none of our trees nor the neighbours have started their change into their autumnal clothes. I took it has a sign of things to come, of the cooler days, the darker nights, of the reds, the oranges that will grace the edges of the maple leaves in the weeks to come, of the world slowly down, recovering, taking a slower breath. As I plant the bulbs that will sprout out through the soil and be the welcoming sign of springs arrival come 2015 others are wishing autumn away and are already onto Christmas and winter. While many may herald the arrival of Autumn by the meteorological definition of September the first, for many it's welcomed tomorrow - the autumn equinox (September 23rd) and some of us just go by phenology - when the life cycles, the plants tell us it's autumn.
Sometimes I think we could all take a step from mother natures book and work and flow with the seasons, rather than wishing one away for another and find beauty in each season. I'm finding as a newbie gardener, the garden tells you what time of year it is, not a date on a calender.
