juneSCENE IN OUR GARDEN: September Sadness

September Sadness

I'm not sure why I was sad as I strolled through our yard this morning...

Could it be the thinning of leaves,

the straggly awkwardness of once-proud perennials,

the strong hints of the coming "deadness" of winter,

or the regrets for things neglected in season past?

The squirrels seem to notice NONE of it - scampering and screeching

far too fast for my camera to catch their activity.

I'll take a lesson from them and apply myself to tasks at hand today.

Focused, thorough and (hopefully) productive.

7 comments:

Wanda.....September 21, 2010 at 12:00 PM
Maybe it's the feeling of ending, but once the season turns the corner and Autumn hits us full force, it's a really good time of the year. Think harvest and giving thanks, time for warm inviting fires and cozy winter sweaters, plus hot chocolate and cider. Have I made you feel better yet, Rebecca? Sometimes change makes me a little melancholy too! :)
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RebeccaSeptember 21, 2010 at 12:32 PM
I DO feel better already, Wanda. (Usually change doesn't sadden me...but it did kind of seem to come fast this year--AND there is not quite the beauty that I anticipate somehow. Leaves aren't changing so much as dropping, it seems.)
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creekside rummagerSeptember 21, 2010 at 12:47 PM
I'm glad you are feeling better. I generally enjoy the change of seasons, although we probably have milder ones here that where you are. I think its kind of like having a party - winter is when you begin to think about what you are going to do, spring is all the fun prep, summer is the party and fall is the cleanup and time to reflect on how things went.
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SkeeterSeptember 21, 2010 at 3:51 PM
It is a bit sad when things start to get ready for their long winters nap, sigh...

I love your idea of putting a grapevine wreath on a trellis! I may borrow that idea if I may...
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RebeccaSeptember 21, 2010 at 4:30 PM
Skeeter, I'm sure I've probably borrowed MANY ideas from you! I'd be honored if a picture from OUR yard triggered an idea for you :)
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AnonymousSeptember 22, 2010 at 5:18 AM
It's funny how the rodents are revving up this time of year - winter's coming all too soon. Fall is definitely bittersweet in the garden - just put up my bright orange autumn wreath, knowing what's to follow...
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SoinspiredSeptember 24, 2010 at 7:09 AM
Found your blog(s) thru visiting creeksiderummager. I live in central Indiana, just north of Indy! I love the seasons and am already looking forward to spring. Been gathering seeds and planting. Your blogs are just inspirational and I especially love all the quotes. I'll visit here often! Thanks so much.
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To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to study hard, think quietly, talk gently, act frankly; to listen to stars and birds, to babes and sages, with open heart; to bear all cheerfully, do all bravely, await occasions, hurry never. In a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious, grow up through the common. This is to be my symphony. William Henry Channing 1810-1884

Irises come in many forms, shapes, colors and sizes and the sword-like foliage is attractive when the plant is not in bloom. The genus Iris is a large genus of bulbous and rhizomatous perennials.

The Iris was named after the goddess of the rainbow because of its many colors.
A flower on the Sphinx is considered to be an Iris, and another appears on a bas-relief of the 18th Egyptian dynasty.
Pliny also knew the Iris and praised its medicinal virtues.
The Iris was also a favourite flower of the Moslems, who took it to Spain after their conquest in the 8th century.

Bought at a local plant sale, Spring of 2009 Feverfew (Tanacetum parthenium; syn. Chrysanthemum parthenium (L.) Pers., Pyrethrum parthenium Sm.) is a traditional medicinal herb which is found in many old gardens, and is also occasionally grown for ornament. The plant grows into a small bush up to around 18 inches high, with citrus-scented leaves and is covered by flowers reminiscent of daisies. It spreads rapidly, and they will cover a wide area after a few years. It is also commonly seen in the literature by its synonyms, Chrysanthemum parthenium (L.) Bernh. and Pyrethrum parthenium (L.) Sm.

I'D PICK MORE DAISIES
If I could live my life again
I'd be a little lazy
I'd stop this rushing to and fro
And stop and pick more daisies
Through all the lovely summer months
Though days be clear or hazy
No more to fret over tasks undone,
I'd stop to pick a daisy
Not so important what I did
This fact time now discloses
While running through life's garden green
I'd stop to smell the roses
If I could hold my little ones
The children in my care
I'd scold them less and love them more
With so much love to share
If I could pass this way again
Though folks might think I'm crazy
I'd work and worry less, but I'd
Take time to pick a daisy
The rush of life has passed me by
Now I have leisure hours
But time has taken such a toll
It's too late to pick the flowers.

Mildred F. Rowe

MEASURE YOUR HEALTH...by your sympathy with morning and spring. If there is no response in you to the awakening of nature, if the prospect of an early morning walk does not banish sleep, if the warble of the first bluebird does not thrill you--know that the morning and the spring of your life are past. Thus may you feel your pulse. (Thoreau)

"God writes the gospel not in the Bible alone, but on the trees and flowers and clouds and stars." (Martin Luther)

"To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and to endure the betrayal of false friends. To appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better whether by a healthy child, a garden patch, or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded." (Ralph Waldo Emerson)

The soul of a child is the loveliest flower
That grows in the garden of God
It's climb is from weakness to knowledge and power,
To the sky from the clay to the clod.
To beauty and sweetness it grows under care
Neglected, 'tis ragged and wild.
'Tis a plant that is tender, but wondrously rare,
The sweet wistfull soul of a child.

Be tender, O Gardener, and give it it's share
Of moisture, of warmth and of light,
And let it not lack for th painstaking care
To protect it from frost and from blight.
A glad day will come when it's bloom shall unfold,
It will seem that an angel has smiled,
Reflecting a beauty and sweetness untold
In the sensitive soul of a child.

...Author Unknown

Thy Word is like a garden, Lord,
With flowers bright and fair;
And every one who seeks may pluck
A lovely cluster there.
Thy Word is like a deep, deep mine,
And jewels rich and rare
Are hidden in its mighty depths
For every searcher there.

Thy Word is like a starry host:
A thousand rays of light
Are seen to guard the traveler,
And make his pathway bright.
Thy Word is like an armory,
Where soldiers may repair,
And find, for life's long battle-day,
All needful weapons there.

Oh, may I love Thy precious Word,
May I explore the mine,
May I its fragrant flowers glen,
May light upon me shine!
Oh, may I find my armor there!
Thy Word my trusty sword,
I'll learn to fight with every foe
The battle of the Lord.

(Edwin Hodder, Thy Word Is Like a Garden, Lord)