The professionals who make their living from gardeners and gardening are wont to encourage the setting of late-blooming flowers which 'add autumn colour' to the garden. I was looking at some sedums and anemones in my own garden today and realised why I'm uncomfortable seeing flowers in the autumn. It comes down to what belongs and what doesn't.
For me, flowers belong in the spring and summer when the temperature is rising, the days are lengthening, and the sun is reaching full power. It's the 'up' half of the year when optimism is in the air, and flowers are a delightful part of the picture.
Autumn, on the other hand, is the early part of the 'down' half of the year. The temperature is falling, the days are shortening, and the sun is losing its potency. Optimism is being replaced by pessimism as we layer up our clothing for the time when cold will be the new normal, the trees will become skeletal, and darkness will fill two thirds of the diurnal round. At east that's how the seasons and senses work for me. Flowers seem incongruous in that scenario, and that's why I'm uncomfortable with seeing them at this time of year.
This principle doesn't apply, of course, to the warm colours in the natural landscape. The masses of red and gold to be seen in the retiring tree canopies is the colour of decay, and that's perfectly appropriate in the down half of the year.
('You're strange,' I hear heading my way. So should I now consider the difference between being strange and being unconventional? Don't thinks so. Don't care.)
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