Gardens · Seasons

Sights of Fall

As the summer winds down and fall draws near, I always notice the changes in the light. Somehow the sunlight takes on a different hue; it’s more golden, warm in color if not in temperature. I’ve often wondered if I’d notice the difference if I didn’t already know what time of year it was. Maybe not. The change in seasons is multi-sensory. You smell it; you see it; you hear it; you feel it. It’s hard to know how much one sense affects the others. And, of course, the brain processes everything and puts an emotional and cognitive wrapper on every experience.

This week, the weather has been perfect. Cool, crisp mornings; warm afternoons and evenings. In the gardens, many things are still blooming, but much is starting to fade. I’m making plans for gathering seeds and taking a few things indoors. Most mornings, before leaving for work, I take a quick garden tour. I keep hoping to see a monarch caterpillar, or any butterfly larvae; but no luck. This year was not the year.

Here, though, are two things that did flourish this year. First, some beautiful purple asters. These were originally a gift and came to me in a small pot. For a while, they were a lovely table centerpiece.  When the blooms faded, I planted them outside and they have thrived!

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Then, there are the tomatillos. They started the summer season strong and just keep coming. If only we could figure out exactly what we’ve done this year to please them. It’s a mystery. Next year, it might be an entirely different story. For now, thought, they continue to produce their little green Japanese lantern fruit and pretty much take over the place. Kind of look like Christmas ornaments, to me.

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Soon, these will fade and dry up along with everything else. We’ll try to save seeds and see what happens in the spring!

Seasons

Sounds Like Fall

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It’s big!

Welcome to a fabulous fall morning! It’s great to feel that crisp, cool air and listen to it softly swoosh through the trees. It makes sitting on the couch with a cat and a blanket extra heavenly. And, bonus… it’s Saturday!  I’m working my way through my first (BIG!) cup of coffee while a sweet downy woodpecker taps softly on the lilac bush just outside the window.  She is working much harder for her breakfast than me.The crows are also energetically calling to each other, no doubt getting the day’s plans in place. In my neighbor’s yard, a cardinal cheeps out an important message to someone. Two chickadees in the front peach tree have a spirited discussion. Since before sunrise, about 6:30 or so these days, the birds have been busy. One of the benefits of fall is sleeping with the windows open, and it’s wonderful to wake to these sounds of nature.

Meanwhile, it’s now 7:30, and someone is taking his first big nap of the day. As this guy has gotten older, he’s been more about getting his daily napping in than worrying about what the birds are up to. Besides, he’s got the whole day ahead of him… what’s the rush?IMG_1882

 

As the sun rises, the wind picks up a bit. The leaves continue their whooshing and a few crickets add their two-cents-worth to the mix, but now other noises start to invade this restful soundscape. In the subdivision behind our house, a garbage truck makes it’s rounds. Unusual for a Saturday, but this is the weekend after Labor Day. A helicopter flies over; two neighbors out walking stop to chat; cars drive their owners to the store or some other errand. It all adds up to create a background of white noise that too often masks the sounds of nature.

So, it’s important to always be listening. Every now and then, the white noise lessens or even stops. For a second, the world seems completely silent, silent enough to catch your attention, silent enough to make you stop and look around, wondering what’s wrong. Then, the sounds of nature emerge. Once again you can hear the whooshing of the wind through the leaves and the conversations of the birds and crickets. And what else? The rustling of a bush or the cracking of a branch–woodchuck? Squirrel? Chipmunk? Close your eyes and take a few moments to listen. The sounds of fall are not to be missed, and soon… all too soon… the white noise will return.