There is still much to do as summer winds down. I should be rushing around the garden like I do in the spring. But I feel like taking it much slower, as though my slowing down will slow the passing of this summer into fall and eventually halt the arrival of winter.
Henry David Thoreau wrote, “Live in each season as it passes”. I find that difficult to do in the fall. In the fall I am either looking back at what was the garden or planning what will be the garden next spring. Fall planting, after all, is planting for tomorrow, for a new spring, for next summer.
But I’ll do my best, as the cooler breeze carries time through the garden, to make the most of each day we have left in this season. That’s all that any of us can do.