It’s not quite summer and not yet autumn. The days are warm and the nights are cool. I sense a shift in the seasons, a subtle change in the air. Morning mists lie heavy in the valleys like misplaced spirits that flee at the first rays of the sun. It is a time of transition; a time of mystery. Gone is the blinding light of long summer days. In its place is the golden light of autumn that suffuses everything with majesty and secrecy. Because autumn is always a mystery, unraveling slowly.
And this passage of time, these in-between days, give us the time to embrace the wonderful change that is about to take place. Already the leaves of the vines have lost their vibrant green colour and are slowly turning orange and brown, the fresh green grass has sprung up in the shade of the centuries-old Aleppo pines and the pomegranates are starting to ripen.
It is time to fold and store the garden furniture, to shut the windows against crispy night breezes and to prepare for the death of the year. Because there can be no beginnings without endings; no meetings without partings. Such is the circle of life.
Summer is gone and I bid it adieu. Goodbye swimsuits; hello rain boots. I am standing, with bated breath, at the threshold of the golden season; mesmerized by its light and seduced by its charms.
Sunflowers in our Garden