Our season is even more indeterminate than usual. Weather!
We’ve recently found ourselves caught in a stream of atmospheric rivers. To be so saturated, so early, raises concern for our stability, perching, on a cliff on an island of alluvial fill.
So our garden takes its own rhythm. Some parts have expired with the simple lack of sun, while much has “hung on”, if not exactly “thriving” toward some protested ending. I can only cerebrate nature’s wisdom… however many times I prove myself not wise enough to observe her learn-teaching/teach-learning. She dances smack in the middle of climate change. Adaptivity & survival inside maelstrom.
Autumnal energy holds forth beauty of unreliable promise.