Welcome, fall

What became of summer in the Spirit Garden?, you might ask. Well, it was hot and sticky, and very few (but a couple) of our summer vegetables produced. The garden did not get as much love and attention as she deserved, though a handful of women worked steadily and with great care to keep her living things living. But this morning, while at the garden, I noticed the changing season in the air and felt that perhaps things would be turning again.

Sandi’s own spirit has been infused into the garden frequently and with beautiful results these past couple of weeks—you’ll notice several pretty new plants (including three lovely blooming sages), fewer weeds, and more mulch, all thanks to her. It never fails to surprise me how quickly and graciously the garden responds to such favors. Even if I hadn’t known Sandi had been there, I would have “known;” gardens, I think, are just like that.

I spent my hour and a half weeding with gusto; although there remains much unplanted material to pull and add to the compost pile, it felt great to be out there bending and stretching and walking with purpose. It also felt great to be back, knowing that we are entering my very favorite gardening season.

Welcome, fall. I feel and see good things coming…