Garden’s last hurrah

As September starts and Summer (slowly) comes to a close, I walk through my fading garden and savor its every last breath.

Change in season

Colors changing,
Temperature’s dropping,
The flowers are slowly
Bowing their heads
Bitterly dying.

Nights are longer,
Days now shorter,
And soon enough
Waking up will be
So much harder.

Summer’s over
Wind now colder,
Fall is here.
Then Winter will follow
Very soon after.

Summer, don’t leave me…

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…

Weekends are for the dogs…

During Summer here in Canada, weekends are mostly spent outdoors. Having really harsh winters, they really savor every bit of summer they can out in the beach (which is actually a lake) and at the many different parks.

We could do that too, but ever since we moved to the new apartment, the farthest park we have actually gone to is only a few steps outside our building (and sit in a shaded corner hiding from the burning sun)! And the only reason we even go to the park (at all) is because of these 2 furry creatures, otherwise we’d stay home and watch movies and do house chores all weekend. But for us, weekends are for the dogs…

Angel waiting for her brother finish his thing so we can go on with our walk

Chaos: Hmmm, wonder where's a good spot to poop around here...

Taking advantage of their tired-after-walk disposition to take their picture

Getting wet kisses from my baby girl

With my grumpy little boy

Quality time with the babies

Just loving every moment with the doggies

And even though they don’t tell us, we know that they too are loving every moment we get to spend with them… (you should see their Monday morning faces, it’s worse than ours and we have to go to work!)

Haiku: Summer

Summer is not the same without my family and friends…