I felt it on Friday, the slightest shift in the light and all of the sudden I can see the end to this season on the horizon. Yes it’s a ways off (roughly 2 months) but I now feel it in my bones. It’s a strange sensation indeed.
The garden colors are shifting too. We’ve gone from a jewel like mix to browns, rusts and lots and lots of yellow. My garden notebook is filling up with ideas, suggestion and complaints to review this winter as I am planning for next season. Like every August it says in bold letters, “plant more filler, you never have enough!” , “you need more orange, lots and lots of orange!!!” and “you must remember to keep sowing pods,grasses,grains = texture is magical in summer bouquets”
August is the month I see all of my mistakes played out.Any gaps in production, areas of the garden that were neglected, a lack of irrigation, a wimpy color pallet… It seems everywhere I turn there is a lesson to be learned and more notes to scribble in my book. It can be overwhelming and a bit discouraging this time of year.
But now we’re on the homestretch. There isn’t enough time to right any of the wrongs and no way to go back in time so I’m just taking notes and promising myself I’ll do better the next time around.