I Could Tell You ...

Agnes rules the garden and loves fall asters.

That I've been spending these gorgeous golden afternoons on the deck, glass of wine in hand, watching the last of the summer birds visit the garden.
Or, I could tell you that I've been spending a lot of time sitting on the [actual] garden bench reading.

Or, I could tell you that work has been grinding me down for the past month and taking all my attention.

Or. I could tell you that I've been working nearly afternoon in the new cutting garden weeding or in the "old" garden deadheading for the winter.

None of those would be true.

A "red" chrysanthemum.  I planted lots.

I could tell you that we just spent a week at the Outer Banks recharging our internal batteries, visiting with friends and eating good seafood.

Or, I could tell you that I've been shopping ... shopping!  I hate to shop; have to be dragged kicking and screaming to a mall - preferably outlet or deep discount - and forced to buy for myself, greatly preferring to buy for others.  Christmas is coming, you know.

Or, I could tell you that I have gotten so far behind in reading my blog list that I just haven't written in a while.

All of those are actually true.

I hacked the phlox back in August, and surprise! new blooms.

I could even tell you that I got my flu shot yesterday and the pharmacist really did "hit" something - like a tendon, maybe - and it hurt like hell.... and still does... so that I can't use my arm to type.  Well, that's only half true - the first part.

But what is also true is that I just haven't felt like writing - no ideas, no energy, no interest, nothing catching my attention.  Hadn't even taken a photo in nearly three weeks!  It's ennui.  I love that word and probably haven't ever written it before, but it describes the lump-on-a-pickle existence that I have led for the past month.

I have tons of pink fall anemones, but suddenly a white one, too.

 

The county library has finally worked out the kinks so that I can download to my Kindle ... for free!  I have read a lot in the last few weeks, but in doing that have wasted so much of this lovely fall.  I just don't care.  Hope this blue funk goes away soon.  October is one of my favorite months and the garden is still full of color.   I have lots to do before putting it to bed for the winter, and the weather is perfect right now.

So, I'm reading, just not writing, and am sure the enthusiasm will kick in soon.