Opening the doors to the back deck this morning, I encountered the sweet relief of autumn. As anyone who attended the Dallas GWA symposium can attest, summers in the south can be brutal. Yesterday, in Ft. Worth, several of us trudged around gardens while the sun beat down upon us. Temperatures increased to nearly 100F, and I watched the folks from Canada nearly melt.
In the middle of Dallas traffic, I began my three hour journey north to Oklahoma, and as I crossed the Red River, I rolled down the window and took a deep breath of home. Oklahoma is part of upper south, and we feel Autumn enter a month before our Texas friends.
In fact, storms are flirting with southern Kansas, and our upper northeast corner, in which sits Commerce and Miami, may get rain. My family called me in twice in Dallas, and with excited voices, said it had rained. In states where we receive moisture only in certain months of the year (in normal years anyway), it is always a celebration after the long summer.
Rain is also a good omen for Bloom Day. As most of you know, Carol of May Dreams Gardens hosts it each month on the 15th, and she managed to come back from GWA, write and schedule her post. That’s a good host and a dedicated writer.
I hope you enjoy these scenes of my garden as it enters its second spring. It’s too bad we couldn’t have visited Dallas during October when they get theirs, but schedules sometimes overlap, and one can’t be everywhere.
As Elizabeth Lawrence said in the quote which inspired Bloom Day, “We can have flowers nearly every month of the year . . .,” but it sure helps if you have some moisture too.
A shoutout to all the young writers and bloggers I met at GWA. Thanks for coming up and sharing your stories, and your personal garden triumphs. Your words refreshed my soul like rain in a parched desert. I’m honored you read this little blog, and I thank you for stopping by. Welcome again to my Red Dirt paradise. Iced tea and comfy chairs await in the garden. Why don’t we sit a spell?