Hints of September

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“By all these lovely tokens September days are here, With summer’s best of weather And autumn’s best of cheer.” (H.H. Jackson)

Lavender flowers on the sedum hint at the turning of the season. I love them. Somehow I am always surprised that at the end of the growing season, pastel buds appear on this plant that I love. I really do need more beds filled with these kept & neat flowers; they divide easily, so I’ve only my own laziness to blame for not having more in my beds. But, as the rest of the yard turns to the known & typical shades of the season, these shine in pale pink-purple beauty. In the summer months, the house finches gently land on and peck at the leaves. They stay perched there longer than I would expect, giving me time to really watch them. They are more succulent leaves, so, likely they are a source of water during the hot months. Makes sense that the birds would linger. I find it enchanting, watching them feed in the sedum. There’s something about the hint of blue in the thick leaves, the lighter green of the flower, and the grey of the tiny bird. Can you see it? Maybe it’s just me. And, I’m okay with that. It draws me in. (Oh — and they look beautiful in the landscape of the night.) I planted them near the house for many reasons….

The crickets make me feel safe.

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There is something about this time of year…when the crickets take over the nighttime air and the evening chill doesn’t really chill so much as it does wrap its arms around like an old and trusted friend. The soundtrack of my life, my favorite times of my life. Crickets. They come out at the best, most lovely time of year and their song plays ever stronger as evening becomes night, every night in the early autumn. Occasionally little frogs call back and forth to each other in the trees, adding to the¬†September Chorus. I’ve always loved the night. There’s something about the depth of it that makes me feel more alive than when the sun is shining and it seems as though everything is thin and open, busy and fleeting. The night brings deep thoughts, deeper emotions, with the backdrop a deep & wondrous sky full of stars. And, my most favorite of all creation, the moon. Used to ask my dad to get me the moon. It’s true. I’ve always had my biggest thoughts and musings at night. (Likely wouldn’t surprise that, in my adolescence, I would write poetry by moonlight.) As I’ve gotten older, I’m content to sit in an overstuffed chair or glider in the corner, and stare out at the beautiful shadows that are creating the night’s landscape in front of and around me, garden beds still and yet so alive in the yard, the glow of lamplight in and on neighboring houses, streetlights illuminating the leaves on trees I hold dear. And crickets creating that perfect soundtrack….They keep me company and bring the night to life. Such wonderful life. Wild and wonderful and deep.¬†