The garden is slowing down.
Where I was having to deadhead every day, I can get away with leaving things for a week.
It is a managed decline.
It is nobody’s fault. Just what happens.
There is a pressure in the summer to keep things going, keep deadheading, keep harvesting, to keep things coming.
Now we can relax a bit.
Pick a handful of raspberries here,
Maybe an apple to bite into.
We can stand crunching our apple whilst we watch a bee.
We can reach up to sniff a climbing rose.
There is an acceptance that it is all slowly going over,
running out of steam.
From now there will be blooms by the handful, not the bucketful.
The birds can have their share.
We are satiated.
I will be grateful for each new bloom from now until December. Each one will be cupped, sniffed, crooned over.
Autumn is a comfy chair. It is better to sink into it, accept it, and take what it offers.
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