These are soft mellow days, holding in their arms a calm, gentle atmosphere. A soft cool breeze brushes past on the warm air. Serenity is abroad and peace is in the air.
The frenzied striving and scrambling, frenetic growth of spring are distant memories. Summer’s passion is melting into a gentle pause before autumn arrives. For me this is a precious time that draws me into its mellowness. It is always a time for reflection – to just be in the stillness – not expecting anything, yet enjoying everything.
In the garden the perennials are basking in these golden days. I trust they are using the warmth and sunshine to build up reserves – some below ground in their roots and tubers, and others above ground in order to withstand the wintry conditions that ultimately await them. I have no role in helping them at the moment, just to stand on she sidelines and admire nature at work.
