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wednesday morning in the garden

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Well, it arrived, and it’s lovely.

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It was chilly enough this morning to put on a jacket and sweater before we headed out. I took about eight photos before my battery gave up the fight. We walked to the right this morning, past the sheep and through the newly restored prairie garden (prairie area, because we like rhymes).

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Our first plan for the morning was to find signs of fall, so we liked the start of red on the trees and the still-tightly bound mums. But by the time we got the back of the demonstration gardens, we were laughing because our signs of fall were all the empty beds where the summer flowers had been removed. We walked out to the main sidewalk again, and had to decide on the rest of our route.

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We decided we’d try to take the unbeaten paths as much as possible, so we wound our way through the woodland areas on the stepping stones, and played hopscotch on the pavers by the mausoleum. 

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She groans and complains every Wednesday morning when I force her out of bed a few minutes earlier and rush her through the routine. When we rounded the last corner back to the entrance, she told me this morning was “the best walk ever”, and I believe her.

where is fall?

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Some scenes from the garden this week. I keep thinking we’ll need to pull on a sweater in the mornings, but no such luck. We’re hot and tired and all a little bit grouchy around here. We’re in seasonal shift limbo.

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I let F play around on the camera for a few shots this morning. She’s very patient and careful with it, and found some interesting things to shoot. She also wanted to do the maze again, so I agreed to watch from the tower but not direct her this time. Then she came up to join me and see the view for herself.

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We’ve had one of those weeks with multi-state, multi-day travel, and every evening full to the brim. The garden has been a centering point for me on a week that’s been a bit jumbled around on the scheduling end. I’m grateful for the daylight hours still, but they are definitely waning. I’m just so tired of the heat. I’d love a few solid weeks of lovely running weather before the days are too short to enjoy it.

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The fall decorations and Halloween costumes in the stores don’t interest me at all. I know it’s almost October, but I’m hoping September gives us at least a couple glorious fall days before its through. There’s still time yet. And hope.

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wednesday morning in the garden

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We eat our scones in the car and then walk into the garden. She’s full of energy this morning, and climbing on everything – balancing on low walls and high walls and wagons and sheep.

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I’m pretty sure she’s not supposed to be standing on the sheep; I’m pretty sure she’s not the first to do it.

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She picks the entrance to the children’s garden (although it’s closed this early in the morning), and then the path through the apple trees in the home demonstration garden for our walk. We walk through the low boxwood maze as well – she likes to disappear and then reappear again.

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We meet up with friends, and we ask the kids to take a photo on the wagon together. F’s been climbing around and being silly, but they both get suddenly still and rather stiff in their poses. T refuses to look at the camera, no matter how much we try to catch his attention. He casts his eyes downward; pioneer life is difficult. He looks this way and that, and F stays completely still, except for her eyes. They dance like they always do, but both of them keep their hands and bodies still, like statues. It cracks us up.

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Pioneer T holds my hand all the way back to the entrance, so I stop taking photos. F runs ahead at full speed while he watches her every move. We finish off our scones in the car and head to school.