I don't care what the calendar says. I'm not listening. I'm defiant. [Insert immature foot-stomp here.]
This is how I feel about September. Well, not really September, per se, just when September chooses to happen.
Sedum 'Vera Jameson'
It's not even so much the now-ness of September. It's the impending-ness.
Echinacea 'White Swan'
I don't want summer to go bye, bye.
I know this is really stupid. Irrational. I mean just because it's September doesn't mean that summer is over.
I know we're supposed to enjoy the moment. This is all we have, yada yada.
Yet, like I said, it's just the impending-ness of it.
Remember when you were a kid on Christmas morning? You tiptoed out to the tree and saw the pile of presents. The anticipation of something grand awaited you. Then awhile later, after almost all the presents were opened and there was a huge mess of torn wrapping paper and ribbons and detritus, there was this indefinable moment when the let-down hovered over you. It's almost over.
I know lots of you love fall. Especially my sweet garden buddies in the southern portion of the continent. For you, fall means relief from the unrelenting heat. I get that.
Sedum 'Autumn Joy'
And, admittedly there are still bits of anticipation right here on my own home turf.
Scabiosa 'Beaujolais Bonnets'
The buzzers and hummers are oblivious. Maybe I should take the hint.
Enjoy the fruits of the season.
Believe me, I have been!
I guess I should stop whining.
But I'm so good at it.