End of August Post
by Bella Rum
In my mind, I’ve been writing this post since the beginning of August. It was going to be my “end of August” post, my “farewell to the unofficial end of summer” post, my “putting the yard to bed” post. But August passed me by in a blur. By the time I found time to sit at the computer, I had other things to get off my chest.
Let’s talk August, especially the second half of August and September, too. The garden releases that deep, rich smell. The process of decomposition begins to prepare the garden for fall and winter. Everything is overgrown, over burdened, just plain over… almost.
My backyard looks like Miss Havisham lives here. Overgrown shrubs are begging to be trimmed and neatened up. The vines have run rampant and the weeds are evidence that hands have been busy elsewhere, doing other tasks. The autumn joy has crawled across the ground, into the bird bath and over the railings of the porch. Everything has that overgrown, Grey Gardens sort of look. Not everyone’s cup of tea, but I love it.
What is it about this season – the last two weeks of August and all of September – that tugs at my heart like no other time of year. I’m not sure why I feel so at home in these particular six weeks of the year? The shadows lengthen. The days shorten. The air thickens with the sense that a party is winding down. Soon the centerpieces will be removed from the tables, the colorful streamers will be taken down and the special party dishes will be packed up and stored away for safekeeping. What seemed so real for a while will disappear as if it never was. Then it will begin all over again in spring. There’s some satisfaction in that, some hope. We’ve had our fun. It’s time to rest up. Everything and everyone deserves a time to rest and restore.
H insisted I show you what our crepe myrtle did after we committed crepe murder on it last fall. It looks a bit like a lollipop, but considering what we did to the poor thing, it recovered nicely. We’ve had so much rain, everything is still green (even H’s grass) but so overgrown.