I’m beginning to see the end*. Gaps are appearing where summer annuals have been yanked. Seed heads are quickly replacing flowers and colour in the garden comes more from the green leaves that are shifting towards yellows, reds, and browns.
The world is in transition. I’ve been thinking about this lately. The way I focus on an ending, when what is really happening outside is more closely akin to a transitional change. The only thing that is really coming to an end is the way I interact with my garden through the coming winter months… which (and I believe this is the real reason for my perspective) is not much at all.
Without fail, there always comes a time in October or November when I am overcome with the grief of another passing growing season and am compelled to write (or complain) about it. I find the exercise is purgative and helps refocus my perspective on the good that is in front of me here and now. I realize that many of you may not be coming to the season’s end, but may actually be coming into a brand new growing season. You might consider reversing this prompt and thinking about transition from the perspective of beginnings rather than endings.
Grow Write Guild Prompt #13: Write about the topic of the garden’s end or transition.
Further Notes and Questions:
- You can also consider writing as I did about the intersection of these two ideas. Do you see this phase as an ending or merely a change? What do you think your use of language says about how you relate to the coming winter season?
- How do you think your specific climate and geography effects your perspective?
- Do the plants that you grow perpetuate a particular mood or perspective on transition? i.e. Some plants die and are ripped out, while others change slowly and sometimes beautifully through the seasons.
- Consider focussing your writing on the physical changes you have observed in the garden.
- Consider the effect these changes have on your psychology, mood, and spirit. Are you feeling optimistic about the coming downtime, excited for the forthcoming growing season, or grief about the end of another year?
*For some reason I immediately wanted to set that sentence to the rather optimistic tune of “Beginning to See the Light” by the Velvet underground.