
09/01/2025
As a kid, it didn't "feel" like back to school time until I felt the telltale bite of the first autumn-like morning--the unmistakable chill as I got out of bed and padded my way down the hall to the bathroom. I always loved when this unfailing sign actually happened ON the first day back, as if everything was just as it should be.
As I step into September as an adult (long past my school days), I still search for that first chill in the air--that sure promise that the frost is indeed on its way and that the fruits of my labors are racing towards their personal finish line. And as I've been required to don a jacket now in many of our early morning harvests, we have officially arrived just there.
For us, September means that we have a high likelihood of our first hard frost happening before the end of this month. It means the last of our weddings and events, and it means the rafters of our garage start filling up with fat bundles of celosia and marigolds and gomphrena and winged everlasting for hanging and drying. Our bouquets shift their color palette to the warm tones of fall, and I find that I kick myself for not growing pumpkins this year (yet again).
I adore September, and I thrill that we are here once again, together. Stay tuned for this most beautiful of months!!
Pictured: lisianthus, amaranth, sedum, echinacea, Virginia creeper