Twenty Four Choices and Three Extras
The End of Summer means something different to just about everyone. And imaging it is probably not universal worldwide because some of what is blooming in my garden is not likely found other places around the world. The colors are not yet the rusts, oranges, deep reds and yellows of Fall. Those colors in the garden have been blooming for a while like the Susans above. The mums have not even made buds, I have been checking daily.
The vegetables and fruit have been producing all summer, but no late summer pumpkins in this garden. The blooms are not yet in the stages of decay to look like deep-fried remnants of themselves, which here, occurs much later. Many Spring flowers are making a second show. It is a seasonal time not yet making up its mind in which direction to head.
The sun is lower in the sky, the lighting is richer, the wind is brisk, the clouds fill, and the rains are falling. The skies are just more interesting and reflect off the lake with glass-like shine. The raindrops below reflect a tiny photograph in each one. The end of summer speaks to reflection and to contemplation.
The above image says more about the end of summer because of the plant on which the Monarch is feeding. But below, you will see the Monarchs on Cleome taken the same day in my garden, but without a reference to the season. Cleome will bloom from spring through fall.
The morning light breaking through the trees is a bit more ephemeral and a lot more difficult to capture, having an odd combination of color and clarity. The shadowing reads blue and the blue lake reads green with vegetative reflection. It is almost like the fog of light is more clearly visible reflected in, and sparkling off, the water. I love those little sparkles, especially the ones in the cloudy sky image. Many would consider them distracting though. I think they have an artistic quality.
My garden does not really change that much during the growing season, as color is constant. Sure the iris and peonies are green and the Hosta and Caryopteris are blooming, but it is just a changing of the guard in the garden. Color appears in just a different location, and in combination with light and rain, does magic to the plants.
The seasons really transition when the fall leaves start to change. Then it is magnificent here in the North. Until then, the summer weather persists into Fall, then abruptly turns.
The end of summer has but a few indicators of what is to become. One is the harsh winds’ arrival. Not a pretty picture, but one that shows the power over a field. And if you look closely at the small trees and brush, you can really see the wind whipping. It almost blew me over. There is a wind tunnel effect here as it whirls, flattens and pushes all that is standing erect.
The grapes and berries ripen, but right along side flowers that graced the fields and gardens in Spring. The Sage, Delphinium and foxglove reappear for an encore, throwing off a sense of seasonal time.
I enjoy reading what others experience around the globe because it is quite different. The geese, in the image above, are coming from further north and then leaving soon for places unknown. They will show up again in other blogger’s photos. Same with the Monarch, off it will go, but just not yet.
Even those in the throes of garden decline have a completely different perspective of this time of year. Here it is a little like a new beginning, leading to a quick final show.
In the image above, there are bits of bright color that one can barely see. I did not see the reds and greens until it was a photograph. The grass head was a lot less ordinary to me as a result. Also, its horizontally drooping angle out over the lake was not like its soldier straight counterparts along the shore. Just a touch of distinction.
Plants start to burst with seed, casting new generations to the wind. The late summer wildflowers engulf both the inside and out of old, rusty farm machinery standing in the fields.
Here is that same piece of equipment in late Spring. But it is still adorned with yellow and white. Just a changing of the guard.
The grasses are what fall is most known for, but look at these two images, one from late summer, and the other from late spring. I bet you would have guessed them as being reversed, just by the change of lighting. The late summer image is shot much tighter in late morning, but it is the same marshy drainage area. The late spring image is shot in the afternoon. And wow, what a different feel from the one in bright light to the one in the sliver of light through the grasses.
Our temperatures change appreciably and abruptly as plants cope with wet springs, dry summers, usually wet falls and dramatically beautiful snow storms to keep them warm in winter and ready for next spring.
I find the insects moving much slower now and not in a big hurry. The early morning, cool air makes them sluggish.
The butterfly above was feeding at eight in the morning at home. The one below was taken at the farm around 1 PM .
What says the end of summer to me is the boat pulled up on shore amongst the reeds and tall grasses. A shot taking in the enjoyment of the day and capturing the tranquility that sets in at the end of summer. Nobody is in a hurry or even around, and a peace seems to have graced the landscape.
Peace in muted tones or joviality in vibrant color, the end of summer has it all. It means something different to just about everyone. What it represents to me is taking in the whole landscape, sensing another season about to begin. It is not an individual flower or closeup of a critter, and shown by my grasses from two seasons, it is not so much that either. It is about all of it in the place it occurs. It is about the feeling and sense of place that speaks to the change.
My choice for the Gardening Gone Wild Picture This contest will be the rain-soaked Hosta because I think the image framed as such makes you see it differently, and that was a request for the contest. And I like the soft morning lighting as well. The colors of late summer have yet to arrive, but fall is on the way full of vibrancy and zest. Now that is a time for color here in Western New York.
Next week, don’t forget about Word for Wednesday, September 21. The word of the day in pictures is Illumination. With three meanings to the word, creativity is wide open, so join in the fun. And on September 23, We will have the Month in Tens 2 – 30 Days of September post a bit later to accommodate Word for Wednesday.