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The Promise Of Autumn Shines Through The Cracks Of Summer

Summer has been allowing Autumn to shine through the cracks.

It's an unsettling feeling to have cold feet and to have to rummage through the drawer for heavier socks. To be throwing on an extra layer in the evening, or turning on the heat in the morning.



Yellow petals of Black Eyed Susans from the blog www.ruralmag.com




We live in the Okanagan where it's usually hot well into September, falling asleep to the sounds of crickets seeping into the open windows and soothed by a melodic frog chorus that drifts across the fields. But lately the windows are nearly closed, the floors are cold, and the crickets silenced.




Bright yellow black eyed Susans from www.ruralmag.com




Falling into it all

Leaves have started to fall from the maple that lives in the side garden, it's always the first to adapt to the seasonal change, and the fluffy limelight hydrangea blossoms are showing pink tinges on their petals.

The yellow flowers of the Black Eyed Susans glow as the sun goes down, shimmering with caramel colored butterflies desperate for one last drink. 



Limelight Hydrangea blossoms from www.ruralmag.com




But Still Bumbling Along

I've come across chilled bumblebees in the mornings, huddled on the prickly cones of the pink echinacea, curled up like sleepy toddlers. The cleverest or luckiest of the bees seek a spot warmed by the early morning rays, nimble and airborne hours before those who made an unfortunate decision to stay somewhere else. 

Sorry, No Vacancies

Clambering up the 8-foot high bamboo teepee-like Jack in the Beanstalk, the pole beans are busily producing a combination of tender long purple and pudgy tough green hairy pods that need to be french cut before eating. 

But the pole beans are also renting out space to eight-legged tenents, big black wolf spiders, just writing this makes me shiver...I'm leaving the beans to their own fate...let the spiders take over.

They can do the fall cleanup too, I'll consider that their rent.



Echinacea flower in pink. www.ruralmag.com




Hello September Goodbye Summer

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September's a new month and there is a changed garden that has cracks of Autumn shining through it. 



Jen @ Rural














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