I just love looking at the sky, like glimpsing at a piece of heaven
As I step out for my morning break, I try to asses my crabby mood. I’m feeling a little detached for some reason but can’t really put my finger on it. I feel like I’m forcing my body to respond to all the work that has to be done, but she would just hide her head back under the covers and go back to sleep! Maybe some fresh air would finally wake her up.
I look up at the wondrous sky. The sun is hiding behind formidable clouds, giving me enough brightness without the scorching heat. I don’t know why but it soothes me (and my stubborn, lazy body), together with relaxing music filling my head.
I could sit out here for hours. If only I didn’t have to go back in…
Double white petunias and calibrachoa are still patiently blooming
Summer seems to have its running shoes on and can’t wait to sprint away and pass the baton off to Fall. The weather has dramatically changed these past couple of weeks. Temperature has dropped; the nights and early mornings are considerably colder; despite the sun’s warming rays, the wind now chills the skin. And painful of all, the garden looks tired. Some of the flowering plants are past their glorious prime, though the enduring petunias and calibrachoas are still gracing me with their propitious blooms.
We’ve harvested so many tomatoes and cucumbers we’ve started giving some away, not really knowing what else to do with them. Our apples are starting to turn red on the tree, another dilemma of not knowing what to do with them or how to dispose of them.
In the whole, Summer was/is great. And my first venture into gardening has been a success considering I wasn’t really a gardener to start with. It sure was a learning curb. I know now what I want, and don’t want, in my garden for next year.
Still hoping that Summer would stick around a little longer though…
I feel myself falling
Into a bottomless abyss
I reach out
For something to grab on to.
Then the tip of my finger touches something
I shift my body so I can hold on to whatever it was
Only to wake up
Holding on to a very sleepy dog
Who licks my face into wakefulness
Assuring me that everything is alright.
The howling wind
Whipping at my hair
Drowns the screams
That escape my lips.
Is it just in my head?
Are the deafening sirens real?
Are they coming for me?
Are the monsters back
To haunt my waking dreams?