The last few weeks of August are bittersweet for me. Preferring summer above all the seasons, the onset of fall comes too soon. I suppose it's a nostalgic time of year for many people, but I think more so for some New Yorkers.
It's a beautiful time of year; warm season grasses (like Chasmanthium latifolium, or northern sea oats, below) begin to bloom,
Ginkgo (Ginkgo biloba) fruits ripen,
Joe-pye weed (Eupatorium species) blooms,
and Autumn Joy sedums set their flower buds.
Monarchs begin their trip to Mexico,
And sunflowers (Helianthus annus) are peaking.
Finally, there is a chill in the air -- a crispness -- on days like today. I feel that coolness astutely at the end of each August, in the lengthening shadows of two buildings which stand now only in our memories.
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
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You are amazing! I'm totally loving your consistent entries! We need to walk around the city together more!
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