This is something we do every Spring. We started the garden at our house the day after our wedding. I loved the idea of planting a garden on our first day of marriage.
This garden symbolizes our new life together, I thought. While other people spend their first day of marriage on a plane to some place tropical, we spent ours doing manual labor. Because we are deep people, I thought towards the beginning of the process. Towards the end, I was wishing I had mojito and a good book.
The truth is the spring and summer are not my favorite seasons. I always, always look forward to the fall.
This year, as I planted the flowers in my hanging baskets, and put the rows of tomatoes and peppers in to the ground, I felt like maybe I could become one of those spring and summer people. Maybe I could resist the urge to think about how my flowers would likely be dead in a few weeks, and how most of the vegetables wouldn’t survive the hot Kansas sun. Digging my hands into the dirt, I thought, yes, I can be a spring and summer person.
And four days later it’s snowing outside. Yes, it is snowing in May. Yes, my plants my get hit with frost and die.
But you know what that will be okay, because the fall is only a few hot and sweaty months away. Why fight it. I’m a fall person. What’s not to love about football, Amber Ales and clothes that cover all of your flaws?
I love the fall because it’s just a lot less pressure. The leaves are always going to be beautiful and you don’t have to worry about watering them every day.
And there is something about the fall that just feels a little healthier and more balanced than every other season.
Today I heard someone label the weather in Kansas as bipolar. Maybe the weather is bipolar, I thought to myself. And maybe mother nature is trying to let us know that fall is her favorite season too.
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