I decide to welcome fall early this year. It’s still August when I commit.
I know that’s not the official start, but something about knowing, really knowing, that you have months, not years, left with someone, makes every moment count.
We know that, right? That all of the moments count? Turn towards those you love while you can. It’s a great theory, but the practice of it, in blog-friendly language, is oh my.
Because life. And death. And all of that in-between. And not all of us get to know ahead of time.
And what are months, anyway? Twelve of them make up a year. That leads to twenty-four, which is two years, and so on. Not without hope, and yet, there is also reality.
So last Friday, as Mom and Dad visited the oncologist, my sister and I ran afternoon errands together. Something about a perceived sense of normalcy and control made this an adventure filled with hilarity and comic relief.
We are good at comic relief. Also irreverent hilarity.
After all of the musts, I chose a want and decided to get fall plants for mom’s outdoor planter.
Each Mother’s Day I plant one of the large planters in front of my parents’ house for Mom, and on Father’s Day I plant the other for Dad. This year was different on Mother’s Day, due, in part to the pandemic and its limitations.
Instead of selecting individual plants, I chose a hanging basket from the local food coop, planning to empty it into the planter, ready made style. When Mom saw what I was doing, she preferred to keep it as a hanging basket, so up on the porch it went.
Her planter remained sparsely populated with perennial growth from previous years, a rosemary bush, lambs ears, purple salvia, and a lone geranium, added by me to fill an obvious gap. These continued growing all summer but never fully got it together.
I tried looking back in my phone to see if I had a picture of that planter, and just the act of scrolling backwards to May brought a heaviness to my chest and tears to my eyes. We can’t go back to before.
I decided to seize my (and mom’s) favorite season and plant for fall to welcome her home from her long day of medical appointments.
And that’s what I did.
Happy Fall, Y’all! Let’s make this one count!