Summer ends, fall begins

Falling . . .

It happens to a lot of us: the onset of sadness at the end of summer. Not that I didn't complain about the heat, or the humidity, or the rain (and lack thereof).  As I pulled up to my house last evening, I noticed our flower garden against the new colors of our house and was surprised by a pang of sorrow, knowing that death was imminent for the alyssum which continue to seed themselves every hear and spill over onto the sidewalk up to our door, giving it the appearance of a country path. And the perennials, so obviously  transformed from youth to maturity to senescence, are so poignant.

This autumn I will not try to talk myself out of the sadness. I will not remind myself that spring comes again, and the sweet movie-set of my front yard will return for another show.

This autumn I will accept the sadness as grief, experience it, and let it pass, as I know it will. 

Meanwhile, I'll share some early-fall creations. Hope you enjoy them.