All summer this gerbera daisy made it through the feverish heat and parching dryness with nothing but green foliage, nary a bud. So imagine my surprise when this one lovely flower appeared on Labor Day weekend, saying goodbye to summer is my guess.
The begonias and Mexican petunias are still thriving while ferns look a little wan. One lantana is left for hummers and butterflies, but all else is gone. Occasional small pumpkins appear at the farmers’ market, another sign that summer exits.
Labor Day always meant the return to school for me those many years ago. It was exciting seeing farm friends again, wearing new penny loafers, plaid school dresses, and carrying a new zippered notebook. (Oh, how uncool today!) The weekend opened up the season for football games, sweatshirts, and I could look forward to my birthday in October.
I don’t remember white pumpkins when I was a kid, but I certainly love them now. The first tiny pumpkins this year are white ones. They were four for a dollar on Saturday, and though I can’t make a pie with them, I had to have a couple to sit about for the season.
Apples are coming on and a friend has asked me to ride to the orchard with her this week. When our children were small, we stayed off the busy highways on Labor Day, but sometimes we took boys and dog for a short ride to the Missouri orchards. While I will love the ride with friends this year, I will miss both tots and dog.