|Callicarpa dichotoma 'Early Amethyst'|
September… it’s the fall May, at least in my USDA Hardiness Zone 5b garden. (Your September may vary.)
All year I dream of the days of September, when the breezes are cool, the skies are blue, the compost bins are full, and the garden is ready for planting again.
The days of September should not be wasted! There is way too much to do, as noted by Henry Mitchell…
“… but fall--not spring—is the great planting season for woody things. If, in other words, you had thought of lolling in the warm weekends admiring the chrysanthemums and the dogwoods turning red, congratulating yourself perhaps that the weeds are losing heart, let me cheerfully remind you that you should be exhausted (not lolling) since this is the busiest of all the garden seasons. When you are not planting bulbs, digging up bindweed roots, rooting out pokeweed, soaking bamboo, there are still other tasks. Thousands of them. You are terribly behind. The very idea of just sitting about in the sun!” Henry Mitchell, The Essential Earthman (Indiana University Press)
I’m taking this to heart this year more so than other years. I’ve lolled around through August. It was hot. It was dry. It was the driest August in the history of Indianapolis, beating the record set in 1897, which you know if you have read any of my tweets recently.
No more lolling! It’s September. Time to garden, once again!
Garden, on three…
One… Two… THREE!