I went digging this morning. The first sweatshirt day of the season. I was amazed at the changes in one short week.
Several of the plants went from bright summer loveliness to fall fading in mere days. It was a wonderful season for the flowers I tended and I’ve been very pleased with the appearance of the gardens.
But now it’s time to slowly say goodbye for the year. I cut back the coreopsis which just last week were still putting out new blooms. The sunflowers are drying. The cannas are wanting to be lifted. And the purple-leafed plants are going to seed. All signs of the approaching fall.
I alternated between melancholy and joy today. I will miss my pretties while they sleep, building strength for next year. But I know they will be back, lovely as ever.