The last days in October are always the same here in Southeast Tennessee. Morning glory blue skies, gently angled sun rays, the last flowers scent the breeze, the sound of busy pollinators buzzing frantically amidst the open blooms make for days of unequaled beauty.
I revel in the out of doors until the cold comes knocking, with a hand sewing project and a chair in the dappled shade of the multi-trunk silver maple on the lower deck. Kitty is by my side, luxuriating in the sunshine.
The needle is inserted in the designated spot and is grasped with thumb and forefinger on the other side of the fabric. I look up at the garden each and every time as the thread is pulled through, gazing out to the scene that is so pleasing to me. Over and over again, slowly, to make the moment last even longer. The idea is not to get finished, it is rather to live the utter perfection of these days, minutes, seconds over and over again.
Never before has the garden held me in its grasp like this, or so it seems. When the arm’s length of thread has been used up and needs tying off, it is the signal to get up and walk about the leaf strewn pathways.
The Dahlias had stopped blooming without being deadheaded in my recent absence, but more buds were noted as the job was done upon my return. Dahlia ‘Mystic Spirit’ has burst forth as the frosty forecast looms.
It will be cold soon, some things will perish, some things will hibernate to rise again in spring, there will be more warm days before winter finally settles in as the day length shortens. That is the way of it, harsh as it might seem, but it as it should be. (The above shot is of a surprise guest, newly emerged from the chrysalis hidden on the back of a metal sprinkler that was resting against the stucco wall of the garage under the deck. It is believed to be a Gulf fritillary butterfly. May he/she enjoy these last halcyon days.)