The weather has finally cooled and I could go outside and hack all of summer out of the garden and carry it bucket by bucket and armful by armful and cram it rustling and snapping, flaking dried shards of death, into the garbage.
I trashed what summer killed.
I trashed what summer pulled from the earth with its luxuriant fire and light.
Then I stood back, with summer behind me peeking over my shoulder, and we admired what neither of us would destroy...
...the seeds of next summer.
A beautiful harvest; end of summer, just a tad sadness in that blue bucket, still looks beautiful in its dry and goodbye status.
ReplyDeleteThank you Titania.
DeleteSo nice!!!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Janneke.
DeleteA sad post, it is awful to see what the heat does to our gardens but I am so pleased you can see what has not been destroyed and the seeds of another summer.
ReplyDeletehugs
xoxoxo ♡
Not too sad, as it is cooler weather!
DeleteNext summer. Seems so far away.
ReplyDeleteVery far away. We need lots of rain before we can handle another summer.
DeleteMy sentiments exactly, except today, my one potential day of gardening, it'll be in the 90s yet again AND it's super windy. AARGH.
ReplyDeleteAww, that's bad. Heat is bad, wind is bad, together they are the worst.
DeleteWe're starting to cool here, finally finally.
Beautiful thought
ReplyDeleteThank you, Shirley.
DeleteNice little adieu to summer there, you've moved on and now ready for autumn.
ReplyDeleteSo ready to get out there again!
DeleteMy "flaking dried shards of death" will stick around until spring to shelter and feed all manner of creatures who find sustenance and shelter there.
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