I can’t deny it any longer. It’s autumn. A turning point in the life-force-driven year of my garden. Chrysanthemums are here, pumpkins are ripe in the field. Yet, still shining in all their punch-drunk dizzying glory, are the golden rudbeckia and sunflowers ~ all showing off their miraculous optimism.
September is a gratifying month. There’s garlic in the barn, pickles in the refrigerator, sauce in the freezer. I think the humble beauty of vegetables is amen-astonishing.
It’s September. So, get some veggies… and dance.