I can't help but feel a little out of sorts every fall. The days are grayer and I can hear the drone of football on the TV. (Gaaaaah...noooo!) And there's something about the smell of the air and the changing light that zaps me back to being eight and worrying about memorizing multiplication tables. Or being fourteen and futzing with my hair forever in hopes that this will be the year that I fit in. Or being twenty-two and wondering what on earth I'm going to do with my fine arts education.
Fall brings change. But luckily, the only changes I have to deal with this year revolve around fiddling with my garden and restocking my pantry to be ready to bake bread and cookies on a weekend whim. Not so bad at all.
How 'bout that garden?
The crocosmia is getting tired and morphing into autumn mode.
The hydrangeas are inching past the vibrant stage and fading to dusty blue. I love it. I think they're most gorgeous right now.
My favorites are leathery and green.
The columbine dried up and set to seed, leaving behind lovely-looking pods.
A strange little succulent plant started working on growing a mighty long stem last month. Now it's all showy with tiny flowers.
And while digging up the raspberry patch, we found a little tree frog.
It's been pretty cool watching my yard shift with the seasons these first 6 months in our new home. Truly a learning experience. And truly awesome (and a little scary) how the plants just keep on going, whether you're watching or not.