For me the thrill of autumn is the sight of the first geese in formation heading south and the arrival of the gourds and pumpkins to the atelier,  from our farmer friends. The harvest and the putting to bed of the perennial gardens is exciting to me. Our team has begun to cut back certain perennials and shrubs, working in nutrients for their winter slumber and removing tired annuals for the season. Autumn brings a sense of rest even though there are still myriads of tasks to do as gardeners.

We have begun to adorn the atelier with autumnal garb and swag, dressing the corners with the bounty of the harvest.  With open arms we embrace the last smile of the year.

I came across two thoughts that I relate to this past week. The following by Thoreau congers up such an image of my inner personality that I had to write it down for the sake of writing it down.

“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.”
― Henry David Thoreau

Autumn, personal reflection, a modest gourd and myself-A perfect October afternoon.

The second thought by Bryant was so simply expressed and true that I too, thought it worth writing down.

“Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile.”
― William Cullen Bryant

The last smile of the season is indeed the apples ripe on the trees, the smell of spiced bark from the adler, the crisp morning dew, the golden fields, warm soups on the stove, cider from the mill and the geese pointed south.

Spring and summers in Michigan are each wonderful but, the autumn is my favorite mistress. I will forever look forward to our seasonal romp, before winter steals her away each year.