Don’t be alarmed, the title of this entry has nothing to do with gold, silver, or even bronze medal winners in gardening. I just named it that to get your attention. And now that I have your attention, on with what I have to say…
Four season gardeners recognize the shifting from one to the next and I am beginning to get a whiff of autumn. There’s a scent in the air, chilly, crisp, and undefinable, that tells me I’ll soon be wearing long sleeved shirts and jeans again, and hard soled shoes instead of rubbery flip flops. Some would have autumn stay year round, and I suppose that’s okay for them, but not for me.
There are those who would prefer summer 365 days a year. Hazy, hot and humid weather make for great tomato and pepper growing. I’ll not mention global warming.
What about those who might enjoy snowy cold white nights under a full moon? We have an affinity for gift giving in December, wouldn’t it be nice if that feeling would last year round?
I’m sure some would like spring to stay around all the time. Imagine not ever having to worry about replacing dead or dying plants.
Personally, I like the year just as it is, with four seasons, each more or less of equal length. I may complain about the winter blues, or whine about not enough rain in spring, and I probably gripe about leaf litter in autumn and stinging insects in summer, but at least there’s variety.
It was cloudy today, and that’s usually a good time to take a few pictures. A good thing about pictures: They always show the same season.