Fall. Magical transformation, when the garden crawls up under itself, tucking it’s roots in for the winter. Deciduous trees a kaleidoscope of burgundy, orange, and yellow. Their last hurrah, a fancy display, heralding to the world: Fall is here, Fall is here! With every gust of wind the brilliant hued leaves avalanche down, down, down. Blanketing the ground like giant marigold colored snowflakes. Hmmmm maybe that’s why this season is called Fall? We smile inwardly as we feel the chill in the air, anticipating roaring fires, cozy furry slippers and hot beverages.
And this is also the time for the body and the mind to brace, to hunker, to mentally prepare for the cold months ahead. The garden is now left to its own devices, to put itself is to sleep however way it wants. Goodbye until spring. Tasks turn inward, tending to the the spirit and the soul, nourishing it with books and meditations. The basement and attic, figuratively and literally, now emerge from the summer of neglect and get cleaned out, organized. Indoor projects that were put on hold when the spring garden awoke, will now have an opportunity to be completed. In the Fall the mind turns contemplative, poetic almost, and desire arises from deep within to buy anything and everything that has the word butter In it….
