It’s been some years since I learned to harmonize with nature. I stood outside this morning and captured these photos to demonstrate a seasonal bridge across time.
Some of the patio plants are getting their second wind, mostly due to the night’s cooler weather.
Yet others have given up the ghost to the high daytime temps, and have moved on along for their long sleep until spring and summer.
The daisies are not quite ready to turn the page. See the bloom in the bottom photo?
If you are still wondering how ornamental grasses will do in containers, just look at this one. It is probably three times higher than the galvanized container it is in.
The textures of ornamental grasses add so much to your garden, container or otherwise.
Most of the cone flowers are brown and dead-looking. But this one still wants to shine its pretty petals in the sun.
My favorite music is the wind soughing through the branches and shaking down the leaves.
The birds I can hear, but I’m finding them so hard to photograph because they fly away when I open the patio door.
Right now I hear the male cardinal singing to the female, calling her to him.
There was a time when I preferred music from a radio or the sounds of a TV. As though I feared silence and had to fill it up.
But now, in this season of my life, I just want to hear the sounds of nature outside my window.
And so the current season will blend into another. And another after that if we are lucky.
The leaves are falling, scattered around the patio. The plants are shifting into gear. The flowers are few and far between.
Another chapter in our lives comes to a close.
There was a time when I feared the years passing, as though somehow time was being jerked out from underneath me unfairly, and I wasn’t ready to let it go.
But now, I go with the flow. I let it sweep me along like I’m floating, face toward the sun, down a river.
I understand that, like nature, to everything there is a season.
Life is not an endless journey. Nothing is promised.
So enjoy the moments. They are the most precious things we have.
And many moments ultimately make up a lifetime.