Every autumn, it’s the same thing: it takes me a while to get used to the idea that all the leaves will fall from the trees, it’s going to get cold, and winter is coming.
I have never lived in a place where there were NOT four seasons, so why does it come as a shock each and every year?
Maybe it’s simply because I don’t like to be cold!
Here’s a joke that I find funny ever time I read it:
On a small iceberg, somewhere near the North Pole, a little bear goes up to his mother and asks, “Mom, what kind of bear am I?”
“You are a polar bear, son,” replies his mother.
“Are you sure I am not a brown bear?” he asks.
“Quite sure, son,” she replies, “you are a polar bear.”
But the little bear is not satisfied. “Mom,” he says, “maybe I am a grizzly bear?”
“What are you asking these questions for, son?” asks his mother. “You are a polar bear.”
So the little bear walks across the iceberg to his father.
“Pop,” he says, “am I a panda bear?”
“No, son,” says the father, “you are a polar bear.”
“Not a koala bear?” asks the baby bear.
“No, you are a polar bear,” says his father. “Why are you asking all these questions?”
“Because,” moans the little bear, “I’m cold!”
So postponing the inevitable is why I like to have as many Zinnia’s around me as possible. They seem to continue to bloom and flower until the first hard frost, which around here can be in November. They require nothing more than putting some seed in the ground once the Spring frosts are behind, and then continue to sow some in little corners until mid-Summer. Oh, and deadhead when needed, saving the spent flowers to use for next year’s blooms.
Remembering to do this is not hard, once you’ve experienced the joy of their colorful blooms.
Wishing you Well,