If I could make a box full of September in the northwest for you…I would. I’d put in cool, clear days laced with sunshine, sparkling blue ocean water, a latte from my local, hometown coffee shop, a dash of heat for those days when summer returns to grant us one more swim in our favorite lake, musicians in the park, a bounty of beets, carrots and cherry tomatoes, and lots of sweet-smelling green grass to lay on.
This is the time of year when being a gardener makes you feel kind of—blessed. While other folks toil over their computers, it’s hard not to feel a bit guilty as you unload your tools from your car and prepare to dig, mulch, prune and all those other things that keep you employed outdoors in the glorious autumn sunshine.
Don’t get me wrong, there are rainy days, times when your muscles are sore and the odd, unexpected yellow jackets’ nest. Being a gardener certainly isn’t always a picnic.
That said, I still feel pretty lucky most days. This morning I got to transplant a lovely little maple tree. Doesn’t it look happy in its new home?