Farewell

Say it isn't so!

​How can this be? Just when my potted plants have matured into explosions of color, just when I can finally identify the constellations as they roll across the evening sky, just when my dinner consists of freshly picked corn, tomatoes and basil, it's over! How can this be?

Summer seems to have been nothing more than a tease. As if a stunning blonde, flaunting her youth and beauty, filling you with hope and excitement, only to slip away leaving you cold and alone once again.

​Before we slide into the chill of autumn, we need to squeeze out every last drop of what summer holds. I will start in my meadow.

The meadows in Vermont at the end of August are all abuzz with activity. If you listen closely, you can hear the flowers chant their final farewell. The sweetest of all the flowers are not the showy blossoms, the Daisies and Black-eyed Susan's, but the delicate weed flowers that paint an impressionistic wash across their lush palette. These are the unsung beauties that hold a quiet dignity to the pastures.

So farewell dear posies, farewell golden light, it is sad to see you go.

​As September unpacks her cool evenings and falling leaves, the warmth of summer will remain eternal in my heart.

Don't cry that summer is over, smile because it happened.

Live in color,
Abby