Thanks for all the well wishes on my last post. I think I’m finally starting to feel better. And just like every year around this time, I feel rejuvenated by the cooler weather and the changing of the leaves.
I thought of this last night as I hacked away at a shrub in the front or our yard, another one that has simply grown way out of hand this year. It’s not even really a shrub anymore. It’s some type of shrub/stupidgrowyvineweed hybrid that I just haven’t had a chance to maintain. It’s just so hard to do yard work for us right now, with the young kids in the house. Our 4-year-old isn’t too bad and could entertain herself while we work outside. Her brother, the 1 1/2 year old force of nature that has not fear, is another story. Turn your back on him for one second and he’s most likely climbed something dangerous and eaten something bad while on top.
Anyhow, as I was pulling weed after weed from this thing, trying to get to a point where I could trim the actual shrub, I looked up and the full moon and remarked to myself how nice it was to do some work outside in the cool, Pennsylvania night. This is really the best time to live in Pennsylvania. We’ve somehow survived the 90+ days and aren’t yet to the 5 degree days. Plus, the trees which we have chosen to live amongst are even now preparing their show.
I really should take some pictures of the foliage this year. It will no doubt be stunning as ever. I say this every year, but I never really do. It seems no matter how I try, my photos don’t come close to matching the beauty of the real thing. Funny, that.