After a blustery day of spitting rain and my clanging windchime wildly swinging on the front porch, it calmed down and we took the dogs out for an evening stroll around the grounds. The prairie is turning brown and gray with blotches of green trying valiantly to hang onto the remaining sunshine. Most of the really colorful flowers have long gone, but the asters are now blooming along all the open edges of the field. They bush out in cascades of little daisy-like flowers no more than half an inch across.
The Beekeeper’s wisdom says, “Aster is Disaster”, indicating that if the bees lean too heavily on aster pollen and nectar they get sick and lethargic. We don’t know if this is true, but I am happy to have at least one last bloom to look forward to. There are some little spots of yellow from the Jerusalem artichokes, primrose, and rosinweed, but we are mostly in the waiting period in between lovely summer colors and the change in the leaves that will come next month.
The cooler days we’ve been having are rapidly turning my tomatoes pink and I am beginning to have trouble eating them fast enough to keep up with the harvest. I may have to do some canning. The hens are cranking out those eggs so tomato-cheese omelettes are on the morning menu.
It is nice this evening to sit in my comfy chair with music drowning out the howling wind and a hot cup of chai tea close at hand. I am grateful for so much tonight that I can look forward to the seasonal changes more than I grieve for the loss of the bright promise of summer.