There is confusion among the seasons
in my part of Ohio.
They appear to be disagreeing over which one should have the 'stage' now.
The thyme is still thriving quite well--- a summer staple,
although it does usually last in 'scraggles' until first snow fall.
Some summer flowers are enjoying the fall coolness at night, and thus blooming brighter
in the heat of the daytime.
in the leaves and stems,
but the blooms are stubbornly
colorful with new blooms thrusting forth into the light each day.
The morning glories open up in beauty ignoring the raggedy leaves as well as the dead ones
Nearby the catnip flaunts its four-season hardiness---It's one of the first perennials to show its face in
the spring and one of the last to hide it. A lengthy and harsh cold spell must occur
before it will burrow under for the winter.
The other flowers are scraggly, and they long ago lost their yellow blooms.
However, their fall rustiness still calls to me, so I haven't taken the cutters to them yet.
The cherry tomatoes are still chanting, "I think I can, I think I can."
But they are "slipping backwards down the hill."
The mums' assignments
for the Pumpkin Festival are complete,
so their colors are quickly fading.
They are willingly conceding to winter's advent.
Meanwhile high up the hill
in the neighbor's yard, the trees are arguing.
Some are persistent in their green,
while a few are showing orange,
and several have faded to a dull brown
ready to drop in a heap on the ground.
Apparently the temperatures and thus the plants
have forgotten their Sunday School verses,
especially Ecclesiastes 3:1:
"To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under heaven."
(Many folks are hearing this scripture and companion verses this weekend
and will continue to as long as the updated version of Footloose
is shown in movie theaters and then released on DVD.
I love watching Julianne Hough dance,
so will most likely see the movie at some point.
Though I like some of Blake Shelton's songs,
I don't think his version of the title song
has the oomph of Kenny Loggins' original.
But the scripture holds true no matter which actor recites it!)
Blessings to you all as you begin the new week!