The October garden is grateful for the subtle changes this new season brings.
Take a walk through the pathways that lead to some flowers and many plants and you can almost hear the sighs of relief.
Summer is intense in this garden with long days of endless sunshine.
Shaded canopies of live oak trees do their best to protect and filter out most of the direct rays from a well meaning sun.
Our days ever so gradually growing shorter, as the south pole tilts away from the most brilliant and largest star in the universe.
It is the closest star to our earth and without it we couldn't exist. Even so, almost immediately, with even the first indication we are shifting seasons...
there is a sort of collective sense in the garden that "we all made it" once again and now we look forward to cooler temps and less humidity.
These are the days when gardening seems like a breeze. Like this is surely what everyone was meant to do.
Days when all day long it's just me and the garden ... we are in sync ... we are hitting our stride together...
...diligently digging, trimming, pulling, moving, tweaking, planning, and planting.
Our colors don't change way down here in the south with this welcomed autumnal softness. But we do our best to supplement that deficit by adding our own forms and colors for year round enjoyment.
The temperatures have dropped to almost record lows in places everywhere. Snow in Chicago. Yikes.
At Hoe and Shovel we are breathing in the the brisk coolness with happy abandon.
Thanks for taking a breather with me today. Meems