Summer is really ending. This year I’m actually a little sad to see it go: we barely had any warm weather.
But even with a little wistfulness about our brief summer, I still find myself welcoming fall.
It’s not like I could stop it even if I wanted to, right? And resisting the inevitable isn’t a very good use of energy.
Everything is dusty, and the trees edging our property have grime from the lumber mill across the street. Pine resin sticks to all the leaves, and then dust and dirt get kicked up by passing cars and stick to the resin. It will be nice when the rains wash everything off.
And in a way, fall is kind of a relief. The gardening felt particularly hard this year. The hubster and I decided we’ve overextended ourselves, and next year we’re going to scale back. Spend a little more money with local farms, and buy ourselves a little more relaxation time. Plant more perennials, like berries, and eliminate the crush of trying to plant so many new plants every spring. Stop fighting with seeds and grow lights and heating pads, and just buy seedlings at the Farmer’s markets. We both work plenty, even without the vegetable garden–and at some point, you have to accept your limitations and find a new way to live according to your principles without killing yourself in the process.