This has been a strange summer and, here at the tail end there is haze and fog. Summer had clear, sunny days and hot, humid weather – per normal summers – but the cloud cover of un-knowing has reigned over my life.
Un-knowing, as in – everything you thought you knew, you don’t. And everything you think is so, is not. And so it’s time for change.
First there is an internal sea change, then struggling to allow the process of that turn become reality. No forcing or “going for the gold.” Mostly, it’s baby steps and noticing that things have changed.
Sometimes I leap off the cliff into the future with abandon. This summer has been more about moving an ocean from A to B with a teaspoon, moving a mountain one pebble at a time. I’m keenly aware that things are changing, that something profound is altering. Patience, kindness, and a willingness to dream big are essential now.
For example, in the garden, I’ve become completely obsessed with learning everything I can about permaculture, aka forest gardening. And in my case, forest gardening on a teeny scale. It all sounds so romantic: plant some stuff and watch it transform your lawn into beauty that you can also eat.
Unfortunately, a good chunk of what is planted initially in permaculture is weeds. Got enough of those already, so -like I said- must slow down and dream/think it through.
Otherwise in the garden, the time of jubilant blooming of all things has passed. The phlox are making one last, valiant attempt to bloom and the daylilies are now making strong roots. In this sea change of life, I’ve not been motivated to be outside too much, so even the lettuce has grown about a foot tall. I may let it go to seed and see what happens over winter.
(And yes, you do see tall Swiss Chard in the foreground. The garage door in the background.)
Purslane covered my former veggie bed, and then set about colonizing the main back yard lawn. Didn’t notice that until I mowed. Also didn’t care too much as at least the lawn still looks green. We had drought conditions this summer, and I was afraid there would be no more green. Thank goodness I was wrong.
I did manage to get another bumper crop of sage. The carrots and volunteer tomato were disappointing. At least the compost is always amazing.
My indoor plants survived the hot, humid days just fine.
At least one of these is approaching 6′ tall! How will I ever keep Ivan (my awesome kitty) from eating them this winter?
And then there are the leaves. They’re already changing and dropping from the huge maple onto the driveway. Do I blow them into the street again this year? Or gather and compost? I did a little of both last year. I’ve even thought about getting a leaf mulcher, but haven’t pulled the trigger thus far.
Sea changes. Seasons changing. You’ll notice a quieter blog, mostly one post a week. You’ll notice fewer posts about new, cute clothes, and fewer about subscription boxes. I found myself fighting the reviews, and still can’t imagine how My Subscription Addiction, A Year of Boxes, or The Box Queen keep writing so perky about (for the most part) the same boring boxes over and over.
Double sigh. And pretty pictures in the garden.
The hydrangea are just gorgeous – look at this fall color!
The rudbeckia (aka black-eyed Susan) is still blooming. Although if you look closely, you’ll see they’re ready to change, too.
And sedum? I forget what a show they put on each autumn. This one is about ready to pop into itty bitty flowers.
So how’s it going? Any sea changes in your life?