End of Summer 2014

End of Summer 2014

I never, EVER, thought I would hear myself say that I am glad the summer is ending and fall is on the way.  Even today, September 8, 2014, it’s about 90 degrees outside, and again I will head out into my yard to water for a good hour. What made this growing season different than any of the previous ones that I’ve experiences since living here for over 14 years?  It’s been dry since May!

Even in April I was out wetting the soil because we were just not getting enough rain.  May was the driest I can remember, and although it actually rained a couple times over the summer, it wasn’t enough to help much.   What this has taught me is that I have to invest in an irrigation system for my garden.  I can no longer spend one to two hours a day, 5 months out of the year watering my garden.  Maybe it’s old age, I don’t know, but this summer my energy was just zapped from the heat.

Now that September is here, I look forward to increased energy and mental focus from the cooler temperatures.   More time and motivation to write in my journal will be nice too.   Below is a poem I got from a Facebook friend that I want to post along with this cool photo from my garden that I took the other day when it had just barely sprinkled enough to bless us with a rainbow.  The best part of the late summer for me in my garden is definitely the sunflowers.

When I think about it, September is probably an underrated month.  If anything, it’s the month parents like the most, because the kids go back to school and they are no longer underfoot.  I have to say, it was a pleasure to take my 16 year old to school this morning.  I thought about all those first days of school when I watched him walk towards the front door of the school and how much he’s changed since first grade.  He’s so tall and mature now.  So cute back then and so gorgeous now!

In the poem below the poet suggests that she has a memory from September that she will never forget, but she chooses not to reveal it.  It makes me wonder what some of my best memories from September are.  Do you have any favorite memories from September?


The golden-rod is yellow;
The corn is turning brown;
The trees in apple orchards
With fruit are bending down.

The gentian’s bluest fringes
Are curling in the sun;
In dusty pods the milkweed
Its hidden silk has spun.

The sedges flaunt their harvest,
In every meadow nook;
And asters by the brook-side
Make asters in the brook,

From dewy lanes at morning
The grapes’ sweet odors rise;
At noon the roads all flutter
With yellow butterflies.

By all these lovely token
September days are here,
With summer’s best of weather,
And autumn’s best of cheer.

But none of all this beauty
Which floods the earth and air
Is unto me the secret
Which makes September fair.

T’is a thing which I remember;
To name it thrills me yet:
One day of one September
I never can forget.

— Helen Hunt Jackson,  September


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