Wednesday, September 16, 2009
What is lovelier this time of year? Many things equally but surely none more lovely than these bright royal purple flowers. They are a sign of the season, these colorful stars of earth. I woke thinking of their name and of stars, and found that Flandrum Hill's thoughts had taken the same direction. The asters in this post are blooming in Northport, outside my friend Sally's shop, Dolls and More, but they are also blooming in the meadow behind my farmhouse and along the roadsides, mixed in with goldenrod. "Asters!" I exclaim in delight, as we drive by a wild stand of them, and David's association is always the same: "Mrs. Astor's horse." I have no idea what that means.
As so often happens, a closer, lingering look today revealed much more going on, an entire world of activity, the blooms and the still, sunny day having brought bees by the dozens. Making honey, making hay, making memories. Now is the time.