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Late Summer

My sunflowers are blooming in shades of yellow and burnt orange, my tomatoes are starting to colour and some of my plants have met the elements of my hot and sunny deck. Either my green thumb has browned or fall is peeking around the corner. I love this time of year, especially when the mornings are crisp with a cool chill and the days are still blazing hot.

It seems that August and September bring our family together more often than June or July. We make it out camping more often, pick apples in September and seem to make more mad dashes into the great outdoors, before summer waves its seasonal farewell. Morning coffee on the deck is still a possibility even until mid October and then the finale of empty planters full of dried soil and crunchy leaves will sit lonely waiting for springtime seedlings. August always makes me think of Christmas, because August is the month when I sit back and wonder where summer went and regret not doing a little more with the full season. August makes me wonder how people can afford Christmas and then I feel a creative wave and decide to try making beautiful gifts instead of spending money on stationary presents. Time, however becomes my enemy and come December I’ll be wishing I had taken up knitting or pottery. I will one day make the stereotypical senior, so long as I can garden and learn to knit.  That’s what August makes me think about.

September is my “give up on those plants” month. I forget about the frequent waterings and trimmings and decide what to plant next year that will hold up to my capabilities. Cactus. By September, I’ve convinced myself that I should enrol in a class to keep myself learning and hydrate my brain for new possibilities, and sometimes I do. Sometimes September ends up being such a busy month that by the end of the month I’m saying the same thing I did in August, ” Where did the time go?”

I wonder if maybe I let spontaneity guide me more often if time would stand still a little longer. I’m always planning for something and the preparing of the plan eats up precious never-get-back time.

So, Cheers to the end of August, at least two more camping trips, ripe cherry tomatoes,sunflowers in full bloom, apple picking, crisp mornings and evening games of scrabble (which my husband is a secret master of).



About markella

I am a freelance writer with a creative flare for life. I see inspiration in all that I encounter and have a thirst for knowledge, life, running, cooking, being outdoors, my incredible family and of course taking pen to paper or fingers to keyboard. I spend much of my time as a student in life, learning from kids and all the wonder that surrounds us. I believe in always asking questions, even when nobody else will. l love the bountiful Okanagan Valley, where I call home and anticipate each season, as creativity and inspiration take their form all over the place here. I love the clinche saying, "You've made your bed, now lie in it." I believe we create our paths and determine our futures. Maya Angelou puts it simple and exact, " Be present in all things and thankful for all things."


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