End of Summer

Yesterday, driving to “town” for groceries, I stopped at a red light behind a truck with about a dozen boxes of potatoes. As I continued along my way to Alamosa I noticed the barley in the fields has turned golden. Across the way from the golden barley field is another field with huge bales of hay. A few of the cottonwoods around one of the farms on the way are beginning to change to yellow.

A beautiful thing about living in an agricultural area is that all the human stuff we get so worked up about doesn’t affect the seasons. They do their thing like they know they are supposed to. It’s a very lovely reality of life on earth. I’m letting a couple of the Scarlet Emperor bean pods mature to make seeds. I don’t need them, but I also don’t want to frustrate their prime directive. In my own crops, a male goldfinch has been harvesting my sunflowers. Later on today, I’ll be moving the containers with tomatoes so they get more sun. The days are obviously shortening.

It’s been an interesting summer. If I harvest my impressions? I don’t know how to begin. The only other time I was this intensely involved in doing artwork was the summer of 1994 when I was recovering from a clinical depression. Someone looked at the tables I was painting back then and said, “Art therapy.” I’d like to think it was more than that, but maybe not. Two of those tables that I still have… I called them “funnyiture” because they are puns. Tea table and Knight Table (it’s a nightstand). There were also Picnic Tables and Pool Tables 🙂 .

I will miss my beans and my garden. I’m not all that eager for summer to end, though I would like cooler temps and fewer mosquitoes. It’s been nice going to my garden for vegetables and having really good basil. I think I’ve learned a lot this summer about WHY a garden and that I’m not too interested in flowers but find vegetables to be a miracle (again…)

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14 thoughts on “End of Summer

  1. Martha–that tea table is wonderful! I would smile every time I sat down. I usually go to the porch to bring in the outdoor cat bowls around 8pm. But it’s pretty dark then. This seems a bit early to be getting dark so soon, but I am ready for autumn. It is too darn hot.

  2. I love your funnyiture. Art therapy or not. Yes, vegetables are their own miracle. I’m okay with the end of summer coming up – although the days shortening is the one thing I’ll miss the most. But above all, we can depend on the seasons doing their thing – as you say 🙂
    I am grateful for that.

  3. Was thinking similar thoughts on my forest run this morning. Not about funnyiture, which only you could make so cool, but that summer is almost over in these mountains. The wildflowers are dried to browned husks of their former glorious selves, dropping seeds to rest on the ground over the snowy winter, before starting a new plant next spring. The sun is in a different position, moving inexorably south. It’s cooler; I even wore gloves for the first mile or so. But then, this is why I love mountain life with four distinct seasons: nature is always changing in subtle ways as she moves from one to the next, keeping things interesting and fresh.

  4. You have many flowers already in your garden. The red flowers of your bean plant are quite something, Martha. You must have been quite delighted to see the gold finch. Have they been to the yard before? What did Bear and Teddy think of it?
    Florida Lois is a very lucky woman. I was admiring the aerial view of your tea table. The teapot must have been so hard to paint from that perspective. Your knight is pretty fabulous too.

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