Something about this time of year feels like time is standing still. The earth and the plants seem to just be: not quite ready to return to the dirt as roots and definitely no longer young spring blossoms.
I’m a fall and winter lover, but this year I do feel a little sad to watch summer go. I’ve cherished slipping out the door to chase my kids onto the wet grass with bare feet. Our garden this year is the best it’s ever been. Tomatoes, cornflower, daisies, lady slipper, marigolds everywhere. The air smells like promises of healing and change and cooler air.
It’s hard sometimes to be human and have zero control over anything. The seasons are a never-ending lesson in letting life happen and trusting in the divine timing. Mother Nature always knows.