Towards the end of summer tended gardens turn Wabi Sabi. Overnight the tidiness explodes with a last Hurrah! of summer. The closing afternoons of warm light trick the Cosmos and Nasturtium into reseeding by believing of an eternal summer.
The twilight comes earlier and earlier as the day hours slip away. Early morning light-time in summer is used to garden, so when it fades in the autumn you haven’t really lost time. No garden, no extra time. It evens out. You just got the tilling done.
I do love seeing the trees turn into the crunchy withered russet and yellow hues of autumn. One can see a new depth in the landscape not noticed when everything is green.
In Colorado sometimes a heavy snow falls in October before the trees loose their sap. There are many oddly misshaped trees around. When the snow storms at night I would wake up wincing at the noise of limbs ripping off trees. Unknown to the ways of nature, I’d get up, put on a coat over my PJs, pull on my boots, go out and hit the branches to loose the heavy wet stuff and avoid breakage. Eventually I realized my neighbors weren’t out saving the trees in the middle of the night and figured my actions were dorkish. I stopped my nightly tree carousing lest I be branded as the loopy lady and given the Native name Woman with Broom Beating Trees.
I guess what doesn't kill ’em makes ’em stronger.