Last time, I wrote about how much I enjoyed a four season climate. I also really enjoy the transition from one season into the next. It's a combination of savoring the last of the departing season and anticipating the pleasures of the one to come. Right now, I'm trying to relish each moment of summer remaining as it dwindles down. The warmth of the air, the fragrance of fresh herbs in the garden and I'm eating all the fresh produce I can get my hands on. At this time of year, I often think how nice it would be to have homegrown local fruits and vegetables year-round. But I also wonder if it would seem such a delightful treat if we could get our hands on fresh produce at any time.
At the same time I'm appreciating the last bits of summer (like scraping all the ice cream from the bottom of the bowl) I'm anticipating the soon-to-come attributes of fall. Some cool mornings, I can feel a slight tang in the air that I know will turn into the crisp coolness of fall mornings. A couple times I've looked up to see small flocks of geese flying overhead. Our lovely paperback birch has dropped a lot of leaves. I'm sure it's from the dryness. Generally, the leaves turn yellow in the fall. These were dry and brown. But it made for an enjoyable shuffle through the carpet of fallen leaves under the birch tree. Unlike the white-barked river birch, this variety has tan, exfoliating (or peeling) bark which looks particularly attractive in the winter when the tree is bare of leaves. It's also more tolerant of our hot, humid summers than river birches are.
Another sign of the impending arrival of fall--our goldfinch pair has started dining daily at the big stand of coneflower in front of the greenhouse. Sometimes there are more than two, but a pair always come in together to enjoy the bountiful crop of seeds. Sometimes, they fly back to the bee and butterfly garden to survey the area from a piece of decorative fencing or to splash in the birdbath. Guess that's a pretty good day if you're a goldfinch.
I happened to be looking out the back door one day in time to see a giant bird flying over. It was so low that it was easy to see it was a blue heron--I could even see it's feet hanging down as it flew over. I thought it was going to land in the neighbor's above-ground pool, but it landed right at the edge of our wild, overgrown area. It landed and immediately folded in its wings, making a very narrow silhouette. It spent some time resting and walked around awhile. I did not see it leave. I've seen a heron flying over several times this year, so perhaps he lives in the area.
We still have a few perennials left for fall planting. And the shop is fully stocked with our herbal products. We are open Tuesday - Saturday, 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. through December.