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Golden Time

One of my passions, other than writing, is gardening. We recently got our property certified by the Canadian Wildlife federation as a wildlife friendly habitat, because it’s a hodgepodge of wildflowers and garden flowers that bees, butterflies and hummingbirds love – not to mention the deer that munch on our hostas in the spring and decimate my holly bush in the winter, often right before Christmas.

This has been an unusual gardening season, because I’ve had the gift of time to plan and plant at leisure instead of having to rush to get the spring work done on weekends during the most hectic part of the school year. I have only a week of vacation left, and I’m torn between looking forward to seeing my students and colleagues again and hating to give up my freedom.

I love my garden in all its stages – the delicate blooms of spring, the radiant flush of roses and peonies in early summer, and the vibrant colour as summer melts into fall. Right now, we have brown-eyed Susans, goldenrod, sunflowers, echinacea, dahlias and coreopsis in bloom. My roses were spectacular in July, and they’re getting ready for another show before September is over.

We’ve had a hot summer but today is clear, breezy and fresh, so enticing that I’m taking a day off from working on Larkspur. We’re supposed to get some badly needed rain over the next couple of days, so I’ll be able to make up for lost time. The rough draft is over half finished now. I’m enjoying my time with Galen and Enid and their boys, but I can’t pass up a day of golden time.