From my garden.................

Flowers are the music of the ground,

From Earth's lips

Spoken without  sound

Edwin Curran

 

I'll tell you how the Sun rose –A Ribbon at a time....Emily Dickinson, c.1860

 

Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose

From out night's gray and cloudy sheath;

Softly and still it grows and grows,

Petal by petal, leaf by leaf...

Susan Coolidge, "The Morning Comes Before The Sun"

Suddenly it is September.................

 

and summer is almost at an end. I love and look forward to 

the arrival of fall, yet, I still feel a bit of sadness to see 

the time pass so quickly.  Now is the time that I start to gather 

the seeds from the flowers that are growing in the gardens.

I paint each particular flower or fruit onto an envelope and place in 

the seeds to be used for next year's planting.  I have plenty of seed

to send to friends and loved ones as well.

You may wonder about the "moon flower" packet for seed?

This is a moon flower in our back yard. It is also known as 

Jimson weed. 

It blooms large white trumpet flowers that are beautifully

fragrant and it only blooms in the very late afternoon and

through the night.

 

The days are still very hot but grow shorter.  The Monarch butterflies

and various migrating birds have made their way here,

stopping to rest, to get a bite to eat, and then in just 

a few days they hurry on their way to wherever it is they are going.

It seems that after Labor day the young people head back to school,

the working folk settle back into their jobs, and the

shores of lakes and beaches are quiet and lonely looking

as everyone has left to get back to"busy" with their

lives. Mornings here begin with a coolness and I am 

lured to just "sit" outside for a bit until the morning sun

burns the chill away.  Soon it will be chilly enough in the

evenings to linger out by a crackling fire to watch the setting sun

end the day.

Here's wishing you pleasant mornings and afternoons of 

these last summer days.