My eyes open and there you are
on the other side of the window
shining gold in the sunlight
enticing your tribe to do the same
Yellow ocher, russet, sienna, plum
you’ve painted yourself anew
discarding all the serenity of greens
olive, sap, chartreuse, moss
Outdoing summer’s brights
you’ve set the world aflame
no word you’re abandoning ship
you simply switched loyalty
I’m loathe to see the change
yet, I’m awed by your brilliance
I feel cheated, betrayed
Though I’ve always known what you are
– Shobha Vanchiswar
I’m happily back from my travels and slowly adjusting to ‘business as usual’. The garden is a riot of color and disarray. As it should be since I’ve been away all of six long weeks. The apples were harvested from the espalier fence yesterday. A very fall-like activity and yet, the weather feels like high summer. Having missed a chunk of the warm season here, I’m really not ready for autumn. It’s oddly disorienting actually. I’m sensing a bit of resentment within when I notice the trees turning color and fallen leaves carpeting the ground.
I’m not quite prepared to tackle that long list of October chores. Harvest fruit, collect seeds, cut back, rake leaves, plant new additions, annual mowing of meadow, reseed front ‘lawn’, clean up, put away, move tender perennials in pots into the greenhouse, clean greenhouse first and then, when the ground is cool enough, plant the hundreds of bulbs which will be arriving imminently. Clearly, no rest for the wicked.
Indeed, I adore fall. After spring it is my favorite season. But that does not mean I cannot be irrational about missing so much of summer despite the fact I had a perfectly great time elsewhere. Go figure. I simply want my cake and eat it too.
Note: Heads Up! In October, I will be participating in four art shows in the Westchester area. Details will be posted next week. I do hope you will make time to visit the shows. Your support and feedback is invaluable.
The vertical still looks lovely
Grossly neglected perennial beds. Yet, their wildness has a certain appeal.
Apples on the espalier
Turtleheads still in bloom in the meadow
(c) 2017 Shobha Vanchiswar