Garden Reports and Rejoicing – September 30
Today was one of those wonderful fall days: warm but not humid, with all the landscape refreshed from yesterday’s rain. We savor such weather at this time of year, knowing that the mild temperatures, and the plants that continue to thrive, won’t be around much longer.
As I strolled around the garden, relishing the dahlias, Nicotiana mutibilis, and the summer squash that’s still producing, I found myself planning for next year. I love how the red and peach dahlias look along the outside of the vegetable garden and I want to plant more of these in Annual Alley next summer.
The nursery industry has had great success with their “Fall is for planting,” campaign: this slogan is firmly entrenched in the minds of home landscapers. Sometimes too much so, I’m afraid. I’ve had people tell me that they are shy about planting in July and August because, “Fall is the best time to plant, right?”
Sure, plant in the fall. I certainly do, since my plant mania doesn’t go dormant after Labor Day. At this time of year, however, I’m also looking forward. It’s the perfect season to practice the delicate balance between being totally satisfied with how things are at this moment, while still planning and planting for the future.
This is a complex state of being, filled with practice in staying in the moment, gratitude, and living with paradox. It is as rich and full as my Annual Alley.
Fall is for planting and planning.