Day 55: The September 1st breeze

When I moved to North Georgia, I noticed that there was a certain breeze that arrived every year around September 1. A breeze that was not fresh like the breezes of spring, or humid┬álike the hot breezes of summer. A breeze that bites with ice. It’s distinct from┬áthe lovely breezes that start cooling off the … read more Day 55: The September 1st breeze

Day 46: Signs of the end

A couple days ago, I opened the front door and there they were: the reddening dogwood leaves. This is the first sign that summer is ending. The goldenrod is already out, and soon it will be the ironweed’s turn. A few other plants are taking on the red tinge, too. The basil is only wearily … read more Day 46: Signs of the end