At some point, I started to feel the decline of summer. Perhaps it was the chill in the air at night. Or perhaps it was the near palpable energy of change on the wind. As soon as I notice one of the signs, more and more become apparent. The leaves are changing. The ash trees in back are turning a yellow orange. Some maple along the hedges are turning orange-red. The pumpkin in my garden is a bright orange. Bees are building a hive in my garage to hibernate for the winter. The corn in the fields are high. The sky grows dark sooner and sooner.
Today I noticed the absence of fireflies in the field. To me that is a sure sign that summer is on its deathbed.
So too is the visitor on my kitchen window. Yesterday I noticed her – a large but beautiful black and yellow garden spider and her equally large egg sac. Her last act will be protecting her babies until the first frost kills her. I’m honored that she’s found comfort at my home.
|A black and yellow garden spider nesting on our kitchen window. Photo by Weretoad. From Garden|
As summer passes, autumn is born and yet autumn itself is a season of death and decay. Thinking that, I find it interesting that I adore the season so much and look forward to it. Perhaps it is because I take comfort in the belief that there is life after death whether it’s spring after winter or an Otherworld after this. Even if there isn’t an Otherworld, I’ve come to take solace in the fact that we will go back into the bag of ingredients that is creation and continue the dance of life in some other way…