Enter September

I shouldn't be surprised. It's June, July, August. That is three. That is half the time of vegetation. May counts because of all the green fuzz that wasn't there in April.

Goodness it's September already.

It is my favorite month of the year in the Tall Flower Meadow. I wait all year for this. After working seven days a week for five months plus, it is nice to pretend that nothing much needs doing in the garden when I get home. My body knows it is September even if my mind resists.

I can putter and do light editing. I can walk through the garden with no purpose at all.