A month goes by quickly and lo and behold, it’s time to write another post! As we sit on the precipice of summer tumbling into autumn, I find myself once again pondering the transitional time that is September. [Yes, I know it is still technically August] I naturally rely on my flower gardens to gift me with metaphors and symbolism. My two large hydrangea bushes are no exception. In fact, they are the perfect symbol of transition.
Some changes are cataclysmic: abrupt and furious.
Some are a metamorphic: striking changes after hardship.
Some are subtle and a slow trickle: calm, and not always readily visible to the passerby.
But all changes are certain. They happen. Abrupt, striking, after hurdles, and subtle.
Autumn tends to be my season of change. Yes, it’s still August. And the heatwave is wrapping up here in New England. I love September for its weather. Cool, calm, sunny, an extended summer. For the transitions, not so much. School, jobs, life…all tend to congregate in September. Lazy days of summer (though some summers are just as busy!) give way to hectic new schedules. Shorter days. Crisper nights.
Back to my flowers…(because I do obsess a wee).
Spring comes with anticipation, as shoots and buds of early bloomers erupt from the softening winter ground. Summer bursts with a daily rainbow of peak-bloomers, including my day lilies. With late summer and early autumn, the languid days draw to an end and the rusty golds and oranges emerge in the gardens, as the spring and summer flowers wilt, dry, and brown. Then, I sadly say goodbye to all my leafy friends in November as I prune most (but not all) of the perennials. Many need a good shearing for new growth come spring. Hydrangeas grow on dead wood. Lilies if left to decompose, self-fertilize (but admittedly, I do cut them back a bit, too).
My gardens are a subtle and slow change preparing for the sometimes cataclysmic autumn rush.
My September is:
The end of my flower gardens (boo!) but the gift of knowing New England autumn foliage is coming
The resuming of a regular writing schedule and more writing productivity, with less daily distractions for a work-at-home-mom
New writing projects while waiting on others
Kids back in school: homework, activities, the “grind”
Cooler temperatures, shorter days
Quieter moments, more time alone
A return to visiting with writer’s group/colleagues
New exercise routine
And a few other professional/life changes that come with the territory