Is it the coming end of summer marked by the opening of school? Is it the ripening of the decorative grasses putting up their seed heads, notifying me they are finished growing?
The porch boxes are overflowing with plants, including one with fresh lettuce waiting to be pulled. After months of slow growth, my caladiums are in full leaf, but they won’t survive a frost.
My kitchen counter was covered with ripe tomatoes that I waited all summer for those plants to produce. Now they have been reduced to juice for the winter.
Everything seems to have come to fruition. Why do I sit here feeling apathetic?
Evenings are shorter, morning comes later.
Perhaps it is simply I’m not ready to transition to autumn and winter.
How do you feel with a change in seasons?
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Usually when fall arrives I’m ready to hunker down inside, weary of the outside work that comes with spring and lasts through summer. This year I’ve had a lazy summer, and I’m hoping for a resurgence of energy. Usually for me spring is gear up time and fall is wind down time.