Hello, September

Hello, September

September always feels like a gentle turning of the page.

The light changes. The mornings are a little quieter. The air carries that first whisper of coolness, and somehow the whole world seems to slow down and take a breath.

And perhaps that’s what I love most about this time of year, the invitation to slow down.

This summer, I have soaked up every bit of my home state of Michigan. I’ve sat by the lake, listened to the loons, wandered through my garden, written a little, read a lot, and tried to tuck away enough summer memories to carry me through the winter.

My garden has been one of my greatest joys.

Although, I must admit, it has a sense of humor.

After months of watering, weeding, watching, waiting and wondering if anything would grow, I finally have about ten tomatoes beginning to pop. I call them little nubbins because they look kind of like a little belly button. But I have about…

Ten.

And naturally, they have decided to arrive just in time for me to pack up the cabin and head back to Texas.

Apparently, my tomatoes have their own calendar.

I won’t be here to enjoy the harvest I worked so hard for. And for a moment, I feel a little disappointed by that.

But maybe there is something to be learned in the garden.

We do the work. We plant the seeds. We water and tend and wait.

And then, sometimes, the harvest belongs to someone else.

That’s okay.

Because I’m beginning to understand that not everything we nurture is meant to be ours forever.

This summer has given me exactly what I needed.

Michigan has filled my cup in all the ways only home can. Now it’s time to turn toward the next chapter, with a grateful heart and a little excitement for what comes next.

I’m ready for family and friends. Ready for familiar faces, busy days, and the rhythm of home in Texas.

Summer is coming to an end.

And strangely enough, I’m ready to let it.

I’m ready for September mornings, changing leaves, cozy evenings and the beautiful slowing down that comes with fall.

The garden may have waited until the very end to give me tomatoes.

But perhaps that’s the way of things.

Some seasons are meant for planting.

Some for growing.

Some for harvesting.

And some for simply letting go.

So here’s to September, and to whatever this next season has waiting for us.

I’m ready.

Until next time, keep reading.

Lisa 🙂