Sunday, September 6, 2009

Grace Period


September is an odd month if you think about it. Sure there is the whole going back to school thing and we all tend to think of September as the beginning of fall but it isn’t. Not really. Fall really doesn’t start till you feel that nip in the early morning air or when the dew seems like it might have really been frost just a few minutes ago. September on the other hand doesn’t have the crisp air or the quick silver frost. September is like that hollow place at the end of a relationship when you both know it’s over but you can’t figure out how to end it. Not sad or even melancholy, just sort of in between. There are brief flashes of generous maturity when you pat yourself on the back for letting go so calmly, for embracing the dark mystery of the months ahead.

In September the air is still soft and warm. Late summer flowers still smile toward the failing light of summer’s ghost. There are still plenty of days full of sunshine and forgotten sweaters on the backs of chairs. There will also be haunting days when the sun caresses your skin like a parting lover and you feel the shadow of winter nearby. It is so easy to get caught up in all the busy tasks of a new school year or the final vacations and the preparations for winter. We often overlook this sweet month of transition by tossing it in with autumn. I noticed myself doing it. I grieved that summer was over and worried about how long and dark the winter would be. I began to make plans for long months of indoor living. My imagination dwelled on how cold it might be or if it would be wet and dreary. In other words I looked at the calendar date and went into a resistance posture because summer was officially over.

Then I noticed something. This rose was blooming. As a matter of fact there were buds on all the rose bushes. The fish had come out of hiding from the heron attack and there were two new baby fishes with them; “Chip” and “Nugget”. The light was angled just right to make the sunflowers glow like yellow angels and the blue fescue with the reseeded alyssum looked like fireworks in the morning sun. There were actually still a lot of flowers blooming and even re-blooming. They apparently hadn’t looked at the calendar. They were just eating up every last minute of daylight and they were making seeds for next year. Summer didn’t just end for them, it was winding down. They weren’t clenching up and calling it a day. They were transitioning. They were letting go calmly. September is a time of transition, not of sudden change. It is a time of gently turning our attention to the mystery of a new path and a new direction. September is a month of grace.

10 comments:

  1. That was beautiful! Thank you for this thought-provoking post.

    I loved the ending ~ September is a time of transition, not of sudden change. It is a time of gently turning our attention to the mystery of a new path and a new direction. September is a month of grace.

    Have a lovely September ~ FlowerLady

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  2. I just recently pointed that out to myself, that just because it's September and school has started, that doesn't mean it's fall yet. It's still summer. Of course you put better words to my thought. Another awesome post!

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  3. Wow! great thoughtful read. And love your garden.
    Terry

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  4. FlowerLady you always leave the kindest comments. Thank you dearly.

    Sue I am so happy when I see a comment from you on my blog. It truly means a lot to me that you take the time to write. :0)

    Terry Lynn, wow right back. I am flattered that you stopped by to visit. Thank you very much. I look forward to reading more of your wonderful adventures!

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  5. I enjoy September. I like to look at it as the evening of summer. I love the anticipation of fall that it brings. Great post.

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  6. Tara that is a beautiful turn of phrase, "the evening of summer." It makes me sigh just to read it.

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  7. Gorgeous photography and I love LOVE your header! Is that your garden? Wow!

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  8. Miss Daisy thank you so very much! Yes, that is part of my garden. We built, no dug that pond out of and around the part of the mountain bedrock. Thank you for taking the time to comment. :-)

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  9. I enjoyed reading your blog very much. You have a real talent in taking beautiful photographs. Thank you for sharing. I look forward to following you blog.

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  10. Azplantlady Thank you for the kind compliment. I am so happy that you stopped by to visit. I hope to "see" you here again. :-)

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