Summer in Florida, to me, is a time of great stress. I don't mean that it creates anxiety for me. Rather, I mean that my body feels almost perpetually taxed by the extreme heat. I do not like to rise early, which means that I have little to no time in which I can exercise. I can see the effects the heat has on my garden, too. My plants have been enduring a significant amount of stress. Everything seems as if its clinging desperately to life. But as the temperatures begin to cool, the plants really do seem to be relaxing, exhaling in relief just as I do. Some, however, are simply coming to an end.
|The chlorophyll is slowly leaking out|
from top to bottom
|The Kew Red Lavender is dying, so I took emergency|
cuttings in the hopes of having new plants for next year
In this season of decline, I can now look forward to spending full days out in the garden, rather than limiting myself to the early morning half hour in summer. Even in that short amount of time, I was drenched in sweat and felt light-headed. Full days of work are coming. Full days of exercise.
|The tall branches of the Mexican sage are thinning,|
but new shoots are emerging below.
As far as I can see, this decline is all about redemption and rebirth.