Yep, had to get out there. Even Floyd the Flamingo looks happy.
seasons
Now you see it, then you don’t
This was last week in the garden. Times have changed dramatically in one short week.
This was the morning fog a few days ago begging you to peek and see what’s under that heavy mist.
This was this morning’s frost.
The characteristics of fall are encompassing, softly bringing introspection, showing off its in your face color while quickly becoming sparse signaling that the end is near. The garden is like an old friend saying goodbye but that you’ll see again someday. It shows the beauty of time gone by while making us think about the winter that’s coming.
Faces that were hidden all summer peeking out now from behind the branches.
Have a good week!
Relative
According to dictionary.com, relative – adj, “considered in relation to something else; comparative”.
As I was thinking about today’s post, I was reminded of a conversation with someone yesterday who stated she doesn’t like a lot of words in a blog post. So that being said, Jen, this post is for you.
THERE ARE GARDENS…
AND THEN, THERE ARE GARDENS!
Knock-knock!
Have you looked around lately? You can’t help but notice that orange is beginning to come into its own all around us. Orange is the color of transition, the color of change. It’s vibrant, emotional, positive, and organic while being spontaneous, full of energy and warmth. It’s the WAKE UP color! Right now it’s giving us the message of changing seasons, leaving the heat of summer and preparing for the cold of winter. All of that energy has given me the push to “get er movin”, something that’s been long overdue for me. It’s all good so for me, change is in order and happening, a good thing. I hope orange is helping to give you a push if you need one.
Have a good week!
The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
It’s fascinating to me that sometimes my life and my garden seem to be on the same path at the same time. Maybe their energies mimic each other; I don’t know. Even though I do believe that the seasons of a garden are reflective of the seasons of life; I haven’t quite thought about it exactly this way.
This has been one of those weeks. I have been busier than busy pushing out, listening to, and thinking about as much as I can. While some of the things that were happening or I was doing were absolutely wonderful; others were stressful, or sad, or just not very good. You know those times that I’m talking about – really full and bursting with energy and stuff, good and bad. Some plants in my garden are pushing out their very best and as much as they can while others have given up and are either dying or going to sleep until next year. Some look very tired and others are screaming “look at me’. This is one of the best times.
