The transition to autumn is beautiful and also bittersweet. As we embrace dark mornings and early evenings filled with crisp air, we simultaneously say our annual farewell to the abundance and luster of summer.
Every year amidst this passage, I dedicate myself to the heavy, hefty work of cutting back my garden. This yearly ritual always causes me to feel a bit forlorn – bidding adieu to the dahlias, alliums and roses that graced August. As I shave and slash it seems impossible that this aggressive pruning is, in fact, imperative to instigate the next season's success.
The morning after, I always stare at my garden, unacquainted with the stark and orderly composition. Then the brisk air blows in, followed by the rain, and the garden cocoons into the coziness and calmness of fall.
I wish you a shift from summer that welcomes all the wonder of autumn - the season of apples, pumpkins, soup and slowing down.
HL